Roadside Blueberry Biscuits

Just down the road from my grandmother’s house grew a wonderful stand of wild blueberries. I guess the sunlight let in by the road clearing helped the bushes thrive. Since they were just outside Grandmomma’s fence, where she could keep an eye on us from her kitchen window, she was happy to have us go picking there. And we were delighted when she turned our pickings into tasty biscuits.