Two of the more distinct blueberries memories I have include family and friend. The first, when I landed in this country at about this time of the year I was introduced to blueberries at family’s in Connecticut in what was referred to as Ma Sopher’s blueberry dessert, one that continues to be served for breakfast and continues to remain on the table to nibble throughout the day. The other, when I met a friend from New Hampshire in Baltimore who would talk at length about blueberries and happiness, so much so even though I was familiar with blueberries a new dimension was added.