Remember how I was in upstate NY playing in a conductors’ orchestra? Since then I’ve moved onto Cleveland to work at my old job and am done with that, but my old ‘hood just can’t seem to get rid of me. The blogging got behind with all of the work that job required, so it’s time to do some back tracking.
When I picked blueberries for the first time ever, I was determined to make a crumble/crisp/etc. with them. I bought everything needed to make it…except brown sugar. Doh! On the second to last (and hottest) day in NY, I went blueberry picking again at the hottest time of day. Texas girl don’t care.
Related side note: I was so very amused by the warnings they had up ALL over the gym about the heat. Sure, it was supposed to be 100F that day, but to me, that’s a typical summer day. The same thing happens in Texas, though – when the temperature looks like it might hit the freezing point, people flip OUT. It becomes The Big Chill 2011 with newscasters warning people to bring in their pets, cover their plants, and let the faucets drip so the pipes won’t freeze. It’s cute. Continue reading