The blueberries are not the big kind that you find at the produce stand in Brooklyn, but tiny ones that have infinitely more flavor. At least once during our vacation here, we grab containers, mostly two old milk cans that we keep for just this purpose, and we head off to collect 'myrtilles."
After a period of sunshine, the berries had ripened nicely and we found quite an abundance. Nevertheless, it took most of two hours of backbreaking work to fill the two cans since one has to carefully pluck the berries one by one.
But even with the resulting mosquito bites and purple hands, it was all worth it.
We had collected enough to make five pots of jam and a tarte aux myrtilles.
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5 comments:
So beautiful. Yummy. Excellent. I wish I was there.
Brooklyn is a hot and humid wreck.
The jam looks like caviar - and would be as expensive when you consider all it took to create it- including the secret spot where you worked so hard to collect the berries. Oh, for a taste of it on that yummy fresh bread...will you be bringing back a jar to Brooklyn????
I made the mistake of giving some to my neighbors here in France and the only jar I kept for us is almost gone.
I won't do that again.
Actually, I think it was very nice and generous of you to share with your neighbors, and I am sure they appreciate it and love you for it. I know I would!
Well, thank you. I promise, next year, I'll bring some over in my suitcase.
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