Those of you who followed my Great Chesapeake Bay Swim training last year are familiar with my blueberry addiction—ahem, nutrition plan. You may also recall that the blueberry nutrition plan lasted long after the swimming had stopped.
Did I mention that I went blueberry picking last weekend?
If I mention that, do I have to tell you how many blueberries I ate on the drive back to Virginia Beach after a three-hour-long stand-up-paddling session Saturday afternoon? Or how many I brought to the beach on Sunday to chow down on after my Bay swim? Or—and this is the worst yet—how many berries made it home from the beach that day?
I’m going to go with “no,” and hope that the image of this shoebox full of plump, delicious blueberries distracts you from all those questions.
Amy Reinink 
I love blueberries. Have you tried the SmittenKitchens Blueberry Boy Bait? Its to die for. My kids love it so much they insist I make two every time now.
I eat at least 2 pint boxes of blueberries a week. LOVE LOVE LOVE
YUM! Where did you go picking?
I went to Butler’s Orchard in Germantown, which I’d highly recommend!
BTW, I think a blueberry addiction is the best possible addiction to have.
better blueberries than m&m’s? 🙂