They're sold pretty much everyplace along Route 1:- John C.L. Morgan
gas stations, convenience stores, nurseries, and one-lawn-chair roadside stands
that annoy summer travelers forced to crawl anyway as people like me pull over
for a quick quart. In fact on the way up I went through a quart in only the hour
or so between Brunswick and Rockland, and then roughly a quart a day while I was
there, with an a bonus afternoon pint thrown in on top of the morning's quart on
the long trip back. The grainy, dry texture makes them somewhere between the
cultivated blueberries we all know (and that I can consume by the pint but not
the quart), which may be sweeter, softer, and juicier but not necessarily
better.
Related: Quote, Unquote: Trevor Corson (March 18, 2009)
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