A tiny green blueberry.
Crunchy. It’s eaten by mistake. It was mixed in that package of frozen berries that I’ll pretty much eat by the pound. I poured a handful of the frozen berries into my glass and poured two shots of vodka on it. This makes the alcohol sweeten and the berries absorb the alcohol. I poured in an entire can of ginger ale and drank and the tiny green blueberry was at the very bottom.
Young and underripe. Drenched in booze.
When I was a child I discovered the taste of toothpaste and blueberries. Everyone talks about how toothpaste and oranges taste bad but nobody ever mentions just how awful toothpaste and blueberries are. I’d just used that gentle strawberry kid’s toothpaste and it still tasted like disgust.
The last time I ate an unripe blueberry was when I was a child. There was a line of blueberry bushes in my family’s backyard and sometimes I would eat the green ones just to remind myself of how gross they were. I haven’t intentionally eaten a green blueberry since.
Every morning. I would go to that line. And eat. Blueberries.
The crunch of a green blueberry feels as unpleasant as the taste of a green blueberry. It’s not terribly unpleasant, but I still don’t like it. They have the same level of unpleasant energy.
Photo at the top of the page: “New Green Blueberries in the Wildlife Habitat Garden” by Rachel Ford James is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0. To view a copy of this license, visit https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/?ref=openverse&atype=rich