Two weeks ago, I spotted a couple of farmers at the market with a sparse table scattered with several quarts of storage apples and a few pints of blueberries. Eager for the first blueberries of the season, I asked how much they were. To which the lady replied, “What blueberries?” And that was funny, because they were right there. I indicated the blueberries and politely said, “These,” and she said “Oh, those blueberries. They’re $5.” Sold. We got them home and they turned out to be the best blueberries anyone on earth has ever had. Since then, I’ve been stalking her farm stand and have only found the storage apples, but I’m not giving up. [Read more…]