The plan for this morning’s breakfast was blueberry pancakes and bacon. Of course that’s not what happened.

The eastern yooperland’s wild blueberry crop was not all that great this year. We have lots of blueberry plants in our front yard but very few berries materialized. I remember when Radical Betty (a few “doors” down) would pick a cup in her front yard every morning. She picked them for Uncle Dcuk. He definitely had blueberry picking DNA. I don’t think Radical Betty did. I DEFINITELY DON’T. The GG does and went out over to the Old Brimley Grade Road (or somewhere) and managed to find enough blueberries for pancakes at the moomincabin when we were there in July/August.

Did we also put some blueberries in the moomincabin freezer at that time? We couldn’t remember. So the last time we were there, I turned on my iPhone flashlight and searched the moomincabin freezer for a baggy of blueberries. Nope.

We schlepped ALL of the food outta that place when we returned last Sunday and BOTH of us thought we saw blueberries in the freezer this week. OKAY! Blueberry pancakes and bacon this morning. Roight? Not. I came back from my 0-skunk-30 walk this morning and cleaned up the chitchen and started some bacon on slow-cook, knowing that the GG had a plan for the pancakes when he arose.

He arose and started futzing around in the chitchen and after a while he said, “Pancakes are not working out.” It turned out that the “blueberries” we both thought we saw were in fact BLACK BEANS. I cook dried black beans as I need them and if I cook too many, I bag them up and put them in the freezer. I KNEW there was a baggy of black beans in the moomincabin freezer so I’m not sure how *I* confused it with blueberries.

Oh and plus, he managed to burn the frying pan all to heck (my mom’s copper-bottom Revere Ware pan) and it took me a whole bunch of elbow grease to clean it up. SOS pads for the interior and Barkeeper’s Friend for the copper bottom. I am NOT complaining. This is just life at the Landfill.

So no pancakes but the bacon was great and I ate mine with a buttered half English muffin.

Sparrow Market chicken roasting on the grill tonight and a wonderful faaaarrrr. Not sure if we’re burning last year’s xmas tree or the pine tree that SUDDENLY died in the front yard last spring. Cheers!

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