Blueberry Farm

I bet you have seen the pictures in Sunset magazine of a dinner party at a farm.  You know the ones, usually it looks like Napa Valley.  The big wooden table, beautifully laid with fresh delicious food in the middle of the fields. It is always just about sunset, the last rays of sun creating that perfect atmosphere, just making you wish you were there.  Well, today, we were there!  It wasn’t Napa, but it could have been. We got invited, by our neighbors, Judyth and Bob to a farm dinner on a real blueberry farm.  The farm is near Villarica about 45 minutes from Pucon, 10 km down a dirt road.  After wondering several times if we had missed a turn, we finally came to the sign that announced Fondo Tres V.  We parked our little Hyundai near the other cars and walked into Sunset magazine.  We passed row after row of blueberry bushes, lavender finishing off each line.  Up in the distance were the long wooden tables.  A lavish potluck and many interesting guests rounded out the evening.  After several desserts, Elijah and I politely excused ourselves and went, you guessed it, blueberry picking.  It is much easier than blackberry picking!  No thorns, you actually “milk” the blueberry bushes and the berries just come off easily and fall into the waiting tray.  We got a huge tray of sweet fat blueberries and a nice big bag of tart blueberries.  Now we get to make… blueberry kuchen, blueberry jam, smoothies, cobbler, juice, well, the possibilities are endless!

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