So last night as I was bagging the frozen berries I am acting so superior because of course I have done this over and over. I begin pouring the frozen berries into my Ziploc bag, it reaches the midway point and is looking so nice and plump when boom, it falls over backward and all the little lovely frozen marbles hit the floor and roll from one end of the kitchen to the other.
The farmer and my youngest daughter helped me pick them up of course after laughing. We were crawling around and I'm thinking all the while that these will just be mushy when I get them up and rinsed off. The farmer just wanted to put them back in the bag quickly so they wouldn't thaw. We ONLY have fifty gallons or so of blueberries frozen so my vote is they go to the chickens who can eat until they crap a blue streak. It is either that or bag dirty berries, re-freeze and only let the farmer eat that bag.
Should I? Heh, heh!
My vote wins because I do the work. The chickens have them this morning for breakfast.
Oh, and I stepped on a stray blueberry in our living room entry this morning in the dark. There are probably still berries hiding there somewhere.