Blueberry Picking, Blueberry Pancakes, and Blue Memories

Posted by on Jul 10, 2009 in What's Happening Locally | Comments Off

Lemon, Goat Cheese, Blueberry Pancakes

Lemon, Goat Cheese, Blueberry Pancakes

Maxine and Robert Falls Blueberry Farm is open Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6:30am to 8:30pm at 111 Harmon Road, Maryville, TN (865) 982-3457.  Directions: Proceed two miles past Blount Memorial Hospital on Hwy 321 going towards Townsend, turn right onto Harmon Road just before the second BP Station you come to after the hospital.  Once on Harmon they are the first driveway on the left.  Park on the grass.  You can just see the bushes behind the BP Station from the highway.

Kane Picking

Kane Picking

All right, here is the blueberry story. About seven years ago a dear friend, Deanna Wietholter, asked me if I wanted to go blueberry picking with her and her husband Bob the next morning at 6:30am.  I said no.  No hesitation there. “For crying out loud Deanna, I have a life.  I work.  As a matter of fact I will be knee deep rolling out scones and preparing breakfast for guests tomorrow at that time!”  The next afternoon she showed up with a gallon of little blue dots.  I felt pretty bad.  Said thank you very much.  Mom and I made a few recipes with them and froze a few berries.

Fast-forward one year.  Deanna calls.  Do you want to go blueberry picking?  Well I didn’t want to go anymore than I did the year before, but what could I say?  I went, and two other times that year.  Froze about 8 gallons and started collecting blueberry recipes.  The next year Deanna calls and I said sure.  Went once with her and the rest of the time by myself.  Picked and froze 55.5 pounds that year.  The next year I didn’t wait for the phone call, and I froze 62-1/8 pounds.  The next year the crop was wiped out by a freeze and I sent Maxine and Robert Falls at the blueberry farm a condolence card.  I wanted to cry.  The next year there was a drought and I prayed over each bush I picked from that year.

First berry of the season, mouth or bucket?

First berry of the season, mouth or bucket?

Blueberry picking is the best therapy I have ever experienced.  I usually go late afternoon or early evening, by myself, and zone out. Pick, pick, pick.  Took my nephew a couple of times.  Sing a few hymns.  Pick, pick, pick.  Listen to parents converse with their kids who are eating as many as they put in the jug.  Pick, pick, pick.  I’ve found in the last couple of years I have slowed down a little in the quantity I can pick in the same amount of time (pick,  p i c k,    p   i   c   k)  but I froze 80 pounds last year.  Some I picked and some I paid Maxine’s helper to pick.  I wanted enough to really be able to start experimenting with recipes.

Two summers ago I won an honorable mention in a pancake contest with Bed and Breakfast.com.  The recipe was Lemon, Goat Cheese, Blueberry pancakes. This summer I’d like to enter a contest with a recipe I have been working on for a year changing it here and there.  I went blueberry picking for the first time this year, today.  I want to see how the final product changes when I use fresh blueberries instead of frozen ones.  I’ll share the recipe after the contest. ;-) For tips on how to freeze blueberries click on the recipe link above.

Bob and Deanna moved back to Indiana two summers ago to be closer to their kids because Bob was in ill health.  Last summer Deanna passed away unexpectedly.  Mom and I missed the funeral, held on a day when I was full with guests.  We drove up to see Bob a few weeks later and took about 10 pounds of blueberries with us. I would give anything for the phone to ring and have Deanna ask if I wanted to go picking.  Thanks for the blue memories sweetie.  Mizkathleen @Gracehill