Photos by Drew
This weekend was about as good as Atlanta weekends get for us. We did all our favorite things, got to see friends, got to get out of the city when we went blueberry picking out in the countryside by Serenbe. Every year I mean to go pick blueberries but usually whenever I remember and go to look up good patches the season has passed. Somehow I remembered in time this year. I did a quick search and found Foxbrier Farm, which ended up being so good that I’m going to have to write a Southerly post about it.
Foxbrier Farm is more of a wholesale supplier than pick-your-own patch (they sell blueberries to farm to table restaurants like Miller Union and the Farmhouse at Serenbe), so when we went we were the only ones there. Well, except for a few horses on the other side of the fence. We ended up picking a few pounds of blueberries and had more than we knew what to do with, so I put most of them in the freezer to put in many future batches of muffins.
I haven’t been baking as much as usual lately. For one thing it’s been too hot to turn on the oven any more than I have to. Plus I’ve been trying to eat a little healthier, which means less baked goods for breakfast and lots more fruit and muesli. But I did make a tiny batch of muffins last night, semi-healthy ones that turned out so bad that I’m really tempted to go back to my favorite blueberry muffin recipes, healthy or not.