Feel-good Friday: the Bees & the Blueberries

Have you ever…

put your hand on top of hundreds of honey bees right after digging your bare fingers into their work of art honeycomb to taste the deliciously sweet honey?  Well I have!

Hand on left belongs to Tamara. Hand on right belongs to Bill.  If you don’t freak out they won’t even bother you.  The bees I’m talking about.

I had the pleasure of visiting a boutique blueberry farm yesterday on a beautiful piece of property with two girlfriends. 

The farm belongs to Bill, a friend of Cassandra’s.  I might add he was super friendly, very knowledgeable in many areas (not only bees & blueberries) and extremely generous.  This is not your regular blueberry picking farm.  It’s a private farm. Bill supplies his organic big super sweet blueberries to top restaurants in Vancouver and several lucky select markets.  He also has an amazing garden with a variety of hot peppers I’ve never even heard the names of before.  That alone is impressive (I mean that I don’t know the names), and lots of majestic sunflowers.  I love sunflowers.

We left with big boxes each of the most delicious handpicked blueberries ever, a few jars of super sweet honey, and I got a huge spaghetti squash and a bottle of spiced honey liqueur.  Oh; and the yummiest homemade blueberry (naturally) muffin made fresh that morning by Bill’s mother.  They really are THE BEST I’ve ever tasted.

lucky women – Tamara, Cassandra & Debbie.

 

So far I’ve made blueberry pancakes, a blueberry crisp and bars.  Just plain blueberries on their own are good enough this time of year.

Next up: Blackberries

Oh it’s that time of year again.  The time where until the end of August I post sporadically and not as often.  But you probably already know that.

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