How many blueberry farms can you drive by, with their blue-lettered signs declaring FRESH BLUEBERRIES! before you lose control of the steering wheel and are drawn into a driveway? The answer today, about three. And these are only the early berries, rarely as uniformly large and plump as those yet to come. From now until the end of August we will be stopping unpredictably at whichever farms for whatever reason suddenly seem most sincere, and stocking up. Around Christmas, when the freezer is still three-quarters full of bags of the things, we'll wonder what we were thinking.
Easy: FRESH BLUEBERRIES! (Ain't no cure.)