It breaks my heart. Every year since I’ve lived in Gloucester I’ve been able to visit my little spot (a secret, yo) in July and pick at least enough blueberries for a tart, maybe two or three. But this year, after a bumper crop last year, has been a bust. I have no idea what happened over here in East Gloucester, but my spot has little to no berries. Heartbreak. (it’s a large area, my spot, so I’m almost certain I was not beat to the punch. A friend reported something similar at his spot, not too far from my spot.)
So I was very excited yesterday when, while grabbing a delicious cuban sandwich over at Willow Rest, we found wild blueberries someone had just picked locally for sale.
Willow Rest, you saved the day! It was delicious!