Blueberries, hands down.
But only a certain kind will make me overindulge....Mr. Martin's blueberries from Columbia Station, Ohio!

He was our mail carrier growing up, his wife was my first grade teacher and remains my mother's best friend! They have a large blueberry farm which draws people from all over the state. Mr. Martin spends HOURS and HOURS a day pruning, watering, fertilizing and (probably) talking to his bushes each day. His blueberries are the largest, most flavorful I've ever seen or eaten! When I share them with people they are amazed at the size and flavor!! In fact, my kids will ONLY eat Mr. Martin's blueberries! They cannot eat those bought in a grocery store--they complain they taste and feel like sand. They are right!
How do I know I overindulge? Uh...well, when I used to pick there as a kid, I'd have, ummm...let's say "smurf poop" the next day!

They owners used to threaten to weigh me on the way in and the way out! I've learned to pace myself a little better!
Unfortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Martin are in their mid-80's now and Mr. Martin is having some dementia problems. I don't think the blueberry farm is going to get the same TLC once he leaves.
It's almost blueberry season!!!!!
