We went on our 4th annual blueberry picking excursion on Saturday.
Now I appreciate the saying slim pickings.
It was. Very.
A bunch of sweaty heads and hot little people, and all we managed was 2 pounds.
And then someone stepped on the bag in the car, reducing it to 1.75 lbs.
So, we got super-burning-hot-hashbrowns at a place that starts with a capital M, rhymes with onalds and went swimming.