Today Annie was victim to my obsession of the local harvest. A co worker of ours has a wonderful couple of acres here in the county. She has it all, beautiful gardens bursting with flowers, dogs, orchards, cats, sheep, goats, a chicken, and 70 (!) blueberry bushes. Heavenly! I don't need to plant any when I can trade her dark chocolate for "all I can handle amounts of blueberries." What a deal. So, I talked Annie into driving us the seven miles to her house and I picked a flat of blueberries. The same amount is probably in my tummy, this is nothing new... I absolutely love the northwest in the summer.