Our son is crazy about blueberries. This morning as I rinsed blueberries for his matpakke, I was reminded about my amazement in the US over the sweetness and the size of American berries compared to our small tart Scandinavian variety. When I returned to Sweden and told my grandmother about it she just chuckled. Turns out I'd only spent summers up in the North and never picked full sized berries in their actual season. I had simply gathered unripe ones throughout my childhood, and my grandmother just didn't have the heart to tell me, and spoil my delight. Some years ago I took this photo of what I used to believe was a fully grown berry and one that actually is... Quite the difference!