Blueberry Buttermilk Scones

Blueberry season. I wish I lived somewhere where I could go pick blueberries. I remember picking blackberries as a kid when I was in Michigan. I loved getting my little fingers deeply stained and see my Great Grandpa snacking on the berries while picking, saying 'Well, they want you to sample!' And my Dad not eating a single one until they had been properly weighted and bought.

Maybe I can pick berries near me. I went last summer to some little patch of farms about an hour away, but it was not magical at all. The berries were all sundried, of the ones you could find, it was swarming with people and in the blistering sun with little shade. I will have to do some research but I don't think I will find my little countryside berry picking dreamland here. If only my 'We have to go to Michigan this summer' to my Mom almost everyday, didn't work. She said maybe in November.....

So my dough came out sticky, very sticky. I ended up having to use a lot more flour than it called for. But luckily it did not make them dry or hard or anything that could have happened.