“I found my thrill, on Blueberry Hill…” While I’m pretty sure this song isn’t about blueberries, every time I hear it all that comes to mind is a huge mound of them waiting for me to dig in. (Like Rock Candy Mountain, but made of blueberries.)
During the summer when they’re in season, I can’t get enough of them. I’ll buy baskets of blueberries just for me to eat, all by myself. No guilt. No justification needed (though if you do need a reason, they’re great for your brain and are considered a superfood).
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