A fellow blogger wrote about picking her own blueberries and making a pie. I jogged my jiggly joggily brain to recall what my friend, Nick, recently told me about his experience with blueberries.
I love blueberry pie. |
As a boy, Nick lived pretty far north in the province of Quebec. It’s an area noted for its wild blueberries, but I never knew just how abundant they are until he told me about his experience.
His father would make a big deal about picking blueberries to supplement family income, and Nick was conscripted to labour in the natural and untended fields. The blueberries grew wild, but Nick's dad knew where to find them, and he actually bought his first car for the purpose of collecting and hauling blueberries. If I recall correctly, Nick said they paid a thousand dollars for the car.
It was Nick’s description of the picking that impressed me most. He reported that the blueberries were so abundant in season that he could walk through the blueberry fields with buckets and his side, and the pails would simply fill up with blueberries as they brushed against the plants.
On my own, I recalled that people from that general region of Quebec are sometimes nicknamed, Les Bluets, or at least that was my memory told me, so I googled to be sure:
In Quebec, "les bluets" refers to wild blueberries, which are a significant part of the province's agricultural landscape, particularly in the Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean region. While "bleuet" can also refer to a cornflower in standard French, in Quebec, it's strongly associated with the wild blueberry. (Google AI)
- Wild Blueberries: Quebec is a major producer of wild blueberries, with the Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean region being the heart of this industry, accounting for 77% of wild blueberry production. The term "les bluets" is often used to refer to these blueberries, both in a literal sense and as a symbol of the region.
- The term "les bluets" can also refer to the people of Quebec, particularly those who identify strongly with their French-Canadian heritage and the province's unique culture. This usage is often associated with a sense of pride and belonging to the Québécois nation.
- The wild blueberry is a symbol of Quebec's natural resources and the connection of its people to the land. The term "les bluets" evokes a sense of place and cultural identity, particularly in the Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean region.
- While "les bluets" is a French term, it is also used within the context of Quebec French (often referred to as "joual"), which has its own unique vocabulary and pronunciation.
I love blueberry pie as well.
ReplyDeleteI just had my blueberries with yogurt for breakfast. What a wonderful Barry they are.
ReplyDeleteWild blueberries are delcious too but much smaller than the ones I picked from neighbors patch. Amazing that he could walk through and gather them in his pails without picking. Was he teasing you?
ReplyDeleteEdit: reread your quote from AI. It's repeated in the paragraph.
oops delicious!
DeleteThanks for noticing. I don’t think he was teasing, but he may have been exaggerating a little. I get his point though.
DeleteWhen my English sisters first went camping in Ontario, they were astonished at the huge blueberries, and sent pictures of themselves holding containers they'd picked! They were comparing them to English bilberries, typically slightly larger than a pinhead!
ReplyDeleteI just love blueberries -- even had blueberry pie the other night! This is really interesting and also just a wonderful memory! I want to buy a big box and freeze some this summer.
ReplyDeleteSomething I didn't know. I have some blueberries I intend to use for compote for ice cream. I also like blueberry pie. Anything blueberry, actually.
ReplyDeleteI love blueberry pie.
ReplyDeleteWe only had wild blueberries in Newfoundland years ago. We are spoiled with u-picks here on PEI these days.
ReplyDeleteI remember picking wild blueberries in northern Saskatchewan. None here, further south, but I probably wouldn't have to go too far. Maybe an hour or two north. Nevertheless, my berry-picking days seem to be over. I've lost interest in cleani g them for cooking, and believe me, people raise an eyebrow when I don't jump at the chance to go pick saskatoons, which are abundant t here i. "good" years.
ReplyDeleteYes, I remember picking wild blueberries in that area too: north of Hudson Bay (SK) and on the way to Cumberland House & The Pas.
DeleteHaving just spent time picking blueberries yesterday - only one bowl, his picking sounds much easier than mine! ;)
ReplyDeleteGotta love when nature feeds you so easily. Here in Alberta, it's saskatoons.
ReplyDeleteI love blueberries. I made some blueberry muffins last month.
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