a berry interesting weekend

I know how she feels.

I have had a very busy weekend.  Some of my fun will be captured in this coming week's "eye spy" post, but i wanted to share a little of the fun before i finish my margarita and hit the hay.  This weekend, the boyf's brother was visiting so we planned a few mini-adventures including today's trip to pick blueberries.  I'm not going to mention the name of the place because the crotchety, old proprietor was a total a-hole to us and I can't in good conscience endorse anyone else going there.  Anyway, a-pickin' we did go, but not before I sat through the scariest car ride of my life! Seriously, el broheme drives like a maniac.  I now know how Al Cowlings felt in the Bronco with OJ.  I will not be getting back in his car any time soon.  

Once we arrived at the berry farm we got our buckets and concurred that the experience would indeed be a competition and set off to different parts of the farm.  As I am a seasoned berry picker, I got right to work harvesting the fruit that others had overlooked.  Shortly after I started to fill my bucket, this older guy in the row next to me peered over a blueberry bush and said, "I keep mistaking you for a blueberry. (Can you hear my self-esteem plummeting?) You're shirt makes you look like a blueberry." (I was wearing a purple shirt).  Shit.  What's up with the insults lately? I AM NOT A BLUEBERRY!!!!!  Oh, that's another blog post altogether.  The point is, get off 'cho ass and pick some berries, yo!  Rosby's Berry Farm in Brooklyn Heights is a great place to pick Raspberries. Berry picking is a great summer activity and the baking possibilities are endless!!!!!  

Pictured above are actual blueberries (not to be confused with human beings).  These are the "fruits" of my labor.  I apologize for my hi-larious wit:)