i've moved back and forth across the u.s. and traveled the globe and now i'm sitting still...for a bit...in georgia. come sit on my new deck under the pecan trees and i'll tell you a few stories about where i've been and where i'm goin next. oh, and it turns out i've found myself...i'm a cyclist. fancy that.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
huckleberry season in idaho panhandle
the whole time i was there i never saw one, but i was looking up on trees and not down at ground cover where they supposedly are found. nonetheless, i tried them every which way. huckleberry colada, wine, lemon drop, ice cream, vinaigrette, cobbler, marinated flank steak, lemonade. i have a feeling i'll be having them again b/c mom asked me to bring home scone and muffin mix. until yesterday at my local farmer's market i was convinced that a huckleberry is just a blueberry in the northwest b/c the color is the same, taste similar, no seeds, and again i never saw one. i figured they just didnt know out there. but a couple of friendly foresters from montana, transplanted to athens, overheard me tell the fresh juice guy that i'd take a pint of blueberry lemonade and hope it tasted like huckleberry. they proceeded to tell me how much bears love 'em and how they saw plenty working the forests out there. so they do exist AND they are very much like a blueberry. aha!
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