Berry Picking.

Picking berries is one of my favorite summertime traditions. My momma used to pick a date and invite cousins or family friends to join us for a berry adventure. She'd pack us all in the car and we'd drive an hour (or two) to big fruit farms where we'd pick baskets of blueberries and sweat our bums off in the hot Texas sun. It was always such a temptation for me to eat those yummy blue balls right off the plant. . . but, it was definitely worth the wait to be able to eat handfuls of delicious blueberries out of my fridge and freezer all year long. I loved going because 1) I love making family memories and 2) I just really love blueberries.

(Also, as a side note: I thought it was "my destiny" to marry the first boy I ever french kissed because he loved eating frozen blueberries as much as I did. . .ha, that was really silly.)

I've told JD all about my family memories and he made up his mind he was going to take me to pick berries too. He researched berry farms in Utah and we found one nearby in Payson. As part of our anniversary weekend, he took me berry picking to keep up the tradition. He's really cute.

Blackberries and raspberries were the berries in season, so that's what we got. We ended up with a milk jug full of blackberries and another about three quarters full of raspberries. The best part was only spending 12 dollars for the whole load! 

JD likes raspberries best.

But, I'm all about the blackberries.

Luckily, we're pretty good at sharing so we get the best of both worlds. And can I just say? There's nothing like fresh berries on homemade waffles with a little whipped cream. If you ask me, it's something like heaven.