We spent a couple of hours foraging for whinberries on the Brecon Beacons earlier today. Whinberries are a type of blueberry or bilberry and the picking season is very short. I haven’t been out picking them for years and I can’t remember how I cooked them before.
Traditionally, they’re baked in a pie. I’ll sleep on it and make something nice for tea tomorrow. I stopped picking for a few minutes to scribble Husb in my tiny spotty sketchbook with a Faber Castell Pitt drawing pen size S.
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Blueberries just coming along here in my corner of Michigan. On the roads I’m seeing signs seeking blueberry pickers, which is how I know the season is almost upon us.
How lovely. Are they big? Our native ones are tiny
The wild ones are tiny and super sweet. The cultivated ones are big and squishy, sometimes sweet and sometimes not so much. Can’t get the wild ones anymore except maybe in the New England (upper northeast area) states. Maine is somewhat famous for them.
oooh lovely, our wild ones are quite sharp, but lovely. We still have loads of wild ones in this area. People seem to have forgotten all about them. My mother-in-law is in her 70’s and she took us to where her family have been picking for many years, but there was no-one else there.