pounding blueberries

Maine is famous for its wild blueberries. I know, I know, the lobstas and clam chowda are pretty well known, too.

We've been eating blueberries at a pretty good clip while we've been here. Dylan especially loves them. He's tried a lot of new foods here including watermelon, pluots, cantaloupe, lentils, cannelli beans, yogurt, oyster crackers and more, but the blueberries have the distinction of an established daily maximum.

Blueberries are, of course, a choking hazard. So we cut them into quarters before giving them to The Boy. Sometimes he'll pick them up himself, cheerios-style, and sometimes we'll feed them to him one at a time. Either way, he'll just keep pounding them down until he gets the "all gone" sign.







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