This weekend was nottttttt my typical weekend and my Type A brain is embracing it. Or working valiantly to do so. There’s a whole lot of eating and not a whole lot of running involved here. As I said to my aunt, life has to be more important than running, right? Right?
MattHowk was out of town this weekend so Wicket and I were wild and free! Or we went to VT to pick blueberries with my aunt, after I ran on the treadmill at 5:30am on a Saturday before he woke up. Same thing. This place was so great! I used to pick here as a kid but they have done so much with it, it’s really great to see small business thriving, agriculture in particular, especially in a rural area. It’s soooooooo pretty. It’s up on a mountain, and the berries were GORGEOUS from all the rain and sun we have had (definitely glad I sealed the cork on my Birkenstocks yesterday).
Wicket is not the ideal picking partner. I’m sure anyone with a nearly 4 year old boy is totally shocked by that statement. He was very enthusiastic, though I think the skill he most perfected was getting himself lost in the bushes then finding myself and my aunt, he calls her Great Carol, by our voices alone. He finally got the hang of it by the time we were leaving, but he FOR SURE ate far more than he picked, and Great Carol and I did most of the filling of his bucket.
What should we make with our haul!? Wicket loves him a muffin, but should I make a pie?! I LOVE pie (fun fact, MattHowk and I had pie and cheesecake at our wedding instead of cake). Great Carol told me to “pre freeze” the blueberries on a sheet pan on parchment paper before putting them in a bag to freeze so that they don’t all stick together. Should I bake them fresh or frozen!? I DON’T KNOW! Do I have time before Ragnar, or before we eat them all? I DON’T KNOW!
We also picked over her garden which was fun for Wicket! He stole all her purple tomatoes and is entirely enamored. He insists he doesn’t like green beans. We shall see.
As we were leaving my sister said she had just picked up pizza from my favorite place in the area, so we detoured over to her beautiful house for a pizza lunch and for Wicket to play in the dirt with his cousin. It is NOT like me to be so impulsive and free! We had so much fun!
The next day we went south in NY into the Schoharie Valley to visit another aunt of mine and my grandfather. As I have said before, potluck food is some of my favorite food. I made my same caprese pasta salad (I know, I am so boring) but I made it gluten free for my sweet sister (two days in a row seeing her and her family, so lucky!) Isn’t it funny how when people gather, the biggest consideration after location is the food? Everyone has their own take and it’s so interesting.
What? You don’t drink rose out of jam jars?
All in all, I should have rested this weekend before Ragnar, but instead I had a full weekend of family and food and sun and I feel so lucky that I was able to do this, for myself and for my little guy. Now I am so sleeeepppyyyyyy.