‘Tis the Season to Pick Blueberries

I think Autumn is my favourite season in Norway – the weather is still warm here in Tromsø, the sunsets come down over the mountains again and the blueberries are ripe for the picking.
Wild blueberries grow in marshy woodlands all over Norway. You can usually tell when you’re close to a blueberry patch because the sweet smell tickles the tip of your nose. Norwegian brown bears love eating blueberries and so do the native woodland birds. It was by a lake up in Alta that I discovered my first Norwegian blueberry. Moose and I were bush-walking when he bent down and picked a berry and ate it. I gasped ‘Don’t eat that!’. ‘Why?’, he said. ‘Because it might kill you!’ (I had grown up with an ‘Aussie-sense’ of danger that everything in the bush can kill you or at least leave you brutally maimed.) Moose laughed at me, ‘It’s just a blueberry’. He picked one for me. Oh boy – a trust exercise (we had only been married for three months). It took me a moment but I managed to eat my first wild blueberry – straight off the bush, in the wild! Since then, I hang out for blueberry season every year.
Blueberry season is generally in late August in Tromsø but earlier in the south. The size and quality of the blueberry depends on the summer season. If it is a hot summer the berries can grow big and ripen quickly but if the summer is cold then the berries are smaller and take longer to ripen. Picking blueberries is one of our family traditions (two years running now). The first year we just used our hands to pick and they turned completely purple! So this year we decided to use a berry-picker and cleaning tray. Even though you can pick more berries you also prune the bush so it takes longer cleaning and sorting. (I think I prefer hand-picking as you are more selective and it’s easier for the squished ones to find your mouth.)

We took Lilu with us but she wasn’t keen on sitting in the marshes. However, she was happy to sit in her pram as Moose gave her a Birch twig to crew on. My ‘Aussie-sense’ kicked in again but Moose said that Birch trees are like the national chewing gum. Norwegian hikers munch on the woody fibres for a minty freshness and it is often used as an emergency toothbrush for campers. (Well, at least it will teach Lilu to like toothpaste.)
The best part about blueberry picking is making the blueberry food – fresh blueberry jam, muffins, cereal topping, sauces and pancakes. The first thing I did when we got home was make a waffle batter – I threw in some fresh blueberries and loaded up the waffle-maker. Mmmmh… cooking-blueberry smell. With some fresh cream on top and sprinkled with more wild blueberries, you have yourself a very ‘Merry Blueberry-now‘.

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mm, my stomach woke up at your description of the berries. Gonna get down to Kiwi and make some pancakes.
yummy.
Your photos are GORGEOUS!! And I love your blog. It’s so interesting to read what it’s like to live in a country I’ve always dreamt of. Keep it up!!
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from L-Jay:
Thanks GordonA. You know, when I was a primary school we were learning about Europe and I got Norway as a project. I remember thinking ‘Norway? Who would live there?’
haha that’s hilarious! I also was quite surprised when I got the response for our exchange – I got to go to Oslo. I had put it on my choices but I guess I hadn’t thought too too hard about what it really meant to move here, because now whenever people ask me ” so, why Norway? ” I never know what to answer… “cauz it’d never think of going otherwise?”
What are the cleaning trays called in Norwegian? Rensebrett? And where could I buy one? I really think I need to get my hands on one. See, I’ve always hand picked blueberries, but decided to try the berry picker this year. Took me one hour to fill up a five liter bucket. Four hours to sort and clean them. My hands ended up with that lovely smurf tinge anyway.
But! Pancakes(!!!) with blueberries tomorrow!
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from L-Jay:
You can usually get them from Europris or Coop supermarkets (if you are in Norway).
Thank you! I’ll head over to one right away. Also love your blog, been poking around a bit.
On a recent stay in Oslo with family my favourite activity was picking kantarells and blueberries. We feasted on them thanks to my cousins wonderful cooking. Now back home I am craving and can’t wait to return. There is something very special about picking in the wild and soaking up the pristine surroundings of the forest.
Don’t you think it’s bad for the bush to strip its leaves like that? Although in the woods around Oslo it’s amazing how many bushes already looked like that from July or so; I guess a lot of people are harvesting. Also I think from the pictures you are showing bilberries, which are blue all the way through; that’s what we have been finding in the forest, but there are lots of real blueberries in the stores so I thought they must be growing somewhere too.
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from L-Jay:
English speakers may call them ‘bilberries’ but Norwegians call them blue berries (blåbær) as with many other countries. Norwegians also call the English blue berries ‘blåbær’ as well. Norwegian blue berries have the same genus as cranberries and (the English named) blue berries – so closely related. Norway doesn’t naturally grow the English blue berries.
With regards to stripping the bush – there are a lot of careless people out there that are greedy. We have also seen bushes stripped clean of leaves from using combs. It is usual practice by the people who sell the berries at roadside stalls or markets – they are the culprits. But the people who pick berries for home use are usually the ones who take care of their favorite berry patches because they want to make sure it gives good yields every year. We use combs but we are careful and slow. We don’t strip the bush but take care to just get the berries. We also roatate patches on our farm so areas can re-seed.
I bump into your blog while researching what type of blueberries will grow in Sydney. My Norwegian husband is craving it and he wants to grow some in our (tiny) backyard. He was telling our 4yo daughter how, “Where pappa is from, in Norway, you can pick blueberries in the forest instead of paying $3 a punnet in the supermarket in Australia” *sigh*
You have a lovely blog
And thank you for the fårikål recipe. Guess what would be a surprise Sunday dinner tomorrow!!
Lovely to see these grow here, I’m pretty new to Norway, so jeg snakke litt norsk os mye english. Great blog! Jeg kommer fra Canada.