For years, I have been trying blueberries every summer in an effort to like them. (I read that if you try something 12 times, you will learn to like it.)
Good news! Today I discovered that my efforts have been successful.
There is a piece of Gone West that is rural, all berry fields and beaches, and my roommates and my friend D. and I went out there today. We started with blueberries, and when D. and I were done but J. as still picking, we sat down at the edge of the field and talked. I had eaten half the amount I picked before I realized that I was eating blueberries and I was liking them.
Then we went to the beach and fell asleep in the warm dappled shade, moving as the sun moved. I need more weekends like this.