Why? Because I lived in Labrador and the flies were big as dogs. Seriously. Big as dogs.
There were a couple of kids that were carried off by the flies one summer. Never seen again.
Ok. So that last bit is not true. But the flies sure were...impressive!
In fact, the town of Wabush used to spray pesticide in the air to keep the fly population down in the community. Yup. There was a pesticide truck that would drive up and down the streets, pumping out a thick, white cloud of pesticide.
The most unusual thing about that practice was what the kids in the town would do whenever the pesticide truck was driving around- they would follow it. Turns out, we kids loved the smell of the pesticide. Seriously! And, we would follow the truck around town, sniffing the sweet smelling cloud of poison. I kid you not! This may explain a few...things.
As an adult, I love berry picking. Love it. Why? First and foremost, free food...what's not to love? Second, a chance to get out in the woods. And third, those little blue bits of goodness just plain taste awesome!
I think the very best way to eat blueberries is in a bowl with milk. Sometimes I sprinkle a wee bit of sugar on them, sometimes I don't. This was how we enjoyed them as kids, and it is right up in 'culinary heaven' alongside sitting on my grandmother's deck with a stick of rhubarb and a bowl of sugar! No recipe needed. Just add milk to berries and enjoy. Sigh.