In case you were wondering what happened to those farmers market blueberries, they went into Mike’s buttermilk pancakes this morning. I would call them purpleberries at that point, and they were like little molten balls that exploded in your mouth. Yum.
I also ate a bunch of them plain after I ran this morning (woo hoo, I ran!).
Mike also helped me find my iPod after I went frantically searching through the house for it. It was, of course, smashed up against the side of the box where I always keep it and had searched through several times already.