Fruit of the gods.
Yep, Ma gave us some blueberries the other day. Not the big thick pucks from over the border, those are not a favourite of ours but the sweet yummy frozen kind. Sure we'll eat the big ones, breaking them open and dragging the snot like flesh all over the place, eating a bit, playing with the rest. But Ma gave us the frozen ones, no, they weren't frozen still when we got it. Ma made sure it was thawed out, still in it's juices, tiny, succulent little gems. I love blueberries. We all gobbled it fast. Some of us dived in both feet, grabbed as much as they can in their mouthed and scurried off for a good hiding place. Little did they know they left behind a blueberry juice trail. heehee. We easily found their precious hiding spot. Funny thing though Ma was constantly after us, wiping up the floor quite frantically. What? It's not like blueberries stain? Oh, they do?
Well... consider this: a study showed that older rats fed on blueberries had the ability and balance of a younger rat. You see, according to those scientists, young rats can balance on a beam for 11 seconds meanwhile older rats can only stand it for 3 or 5 seconds but those fed blueberries were able to balance for 13 seconds. AWESOME!!! Not only that, rats fed blueberries suffered less neurological events. AWESOME!
Bring on the blueberries!!! YUM! Oh and get me some beams and tight rope while you're at it, will you?
