I visited my co-teacher's parents' farm one weekend in June, to help with the picking of blueberries.
After taking a train for a couple of hours, we were greeted by fresh countryside air and made our way to the family home, where we drank blueberry and tomato smoothies, which is an unfamiliar mix but tastes great! After that, it was time for bed.
The next day began at six in the morning (not a time I am familiar with) and consisted of cutting and arranging fabric under the bushes to protect the blueberries from dirt, removing weeds, picking blueberries, (while chomping on a few too) and making boxes for the blueberries.
Don't mind me, just creepin'.
An interesting little berry. Looks like a strawberry but it is quite tangy and soft with a big (inedible) seed in the middle. I had a fair few of these, too. By the way, I neither took this photo with my mouth nor do I have a third arm. The second hand belongs to my co-teacher.
'It's Socks'... no it's not.
First person weeding game.
Weeding.
This is some 졸 grass that was picked. I had to select the edible fresh blades, which were then cooked into a pancake to be served with soy sauce.
La pancake. Delishy.
The day finished with putting the blueberries into the boxes ready to be delivered. I was given a box also, which I gobbled up with ice cream, yogurt and bananas (not all in the same day). After a long day, we had another bluemato smoothie and next I was in bed and asleep before you can say bluebe-
Overall, it was a great experience! (If you want blueberries and live in Korea, let me know... I have contacts now).
