Y’all, I spent an hour and 10 minutes in the melting heat of the Midwest yesterday morning picking blueberries and all I ended up with was the basket on the right. This morning I HAPPILY, nay, GLEEFULLY handed $30 to the Amish at the farmers market for the blueberries on the left. If I love you enough to gift you frozen blueberries this coming year, know that only 1/4 of them were picked by me and the rest by a sweet Amish family. I have so much more respect for blueberry pickers!