Berry trough

I cruelly forced Richard out of bed this morning, stuffed him in the car with some coffee and baskets, and drove all the way 'round the beltway to Poolesville to sample the ethereal summer blueberries.

At Farm At Home we arrived early enough to find bushes heavy with luscious fruit, and we picked and picked and picked until we had loaded our preferred blueberry-picking baskets with ripe berries. Yum. Yum, yum, yum. I attempted to convince him that the $50 we spent on berries we carefully picked was purely for health-enhancement purposes, and that it was cheaper than a few vitamins and a lot tastier. He didn't buy it, but tolerated the expenditure mostly because he wants to see what happens when I eat 16 pounds of berries in the coming days.

When I got home I discovered the true use for that bottom right-hand drawer in the fridge I had been foolishly storing onions in is actually a trough for berries. Yum.