
See these beauties? Aren't they gorgeous?
My family has a long history of scouting the mountains and braving the bears, just to get these beautiful berries socked away in the freezer for the year.
One year my family picked 64 gallons of the suckers.
We used to pick for HOURS.... till our poor fingers were purple and we'd be begging mom and dad to take us back to camp. And then they'd say those fateful words.... "ok, we'll pick our way back to the car now." Two hours later...... we'd finally get there.
Now I get to do that to my kids!
For the past few years I've craved, longed for, deeply missed the taste of huckleberries. Huckleberry sauce on ice cream. Huckleberry pancakes. Huckleberry muffins. Huckleberry fudge.
I'm telling you. Taste them once and you'll never go back to blueberries. I promise.
So this week my mom and I took three of the Fab Four and went on a camping/huckleberry picking adventure.
It rained the whole time and we got soaking wet. But it was fun. And the berries were beautiful! My freezer is now full. Glory be.
And the next people I have over for dinner will be getting huckleberry sauce and vanilla ice cream for dessert!!
Hmmm... I wonder who will be nicest to me... :D