I bought blueberries, I hid blueberries. They found blueberries, they ate blueberries.
I walked in on one of the sons eating the last of the blueberries, the ones I thought I had carefully saved to make the most amazing baked oatmeal recipe ever.
Fortunately, I recalled the recipe stated you could use raspberries instead. So I went out to the side yard and picked almost a cup full.
I’m not sure which way I like it better.
Mmmm, mmmm, good! You should try this recipe!
