When I was little I used to get in the worst kind of trouble with my mom for eating more than I picked. She did not appreciate me stomping through her strawberry patch picking every large, red juicy berry in site and eating it on the spot.
That is nothing compared to how mad she was when she took me to pick blueberries when I was a little girl. While she picked away I scurried underneath the bush and while hidden by the branches ate to my hearts content. Oh I picked too. For every one blueberry in my bucket, I ate 5-6. After a long time had passed, my mother had filled two large buckets overflowing with big, juicy blueberries. When she finally went looking for me under the bottom branches she found me with very few berries in my bucket complete with blue hands and a blue face. Even though I eventually grew to big to hide away under the branches and eventually seen how rewarding a full bucket of berries could be, she never let me forget that one afternoon hidden beneath the blueberry bush when I ate my full.
Besides strawberries and blueberries, I take great pleasure in eatingcotton candy. Excuse me while my mouth waters!! I just can not get enough of these things!!!! Simply eating these few things is the closest thing to heaven on earth I can imagine until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
