Nothing like eating them directly from the plant, eh? My fingers were always black or blue or red after being out picking berries. I probably ate as much as i sampled. But i remember when my dad and I had been out for many hours picking blueberries. We had been promised that mom should make something nice out of them. She was very good at that sort of thing. But the, catastroph arrives, she realizes that it is a relatives birthday, and not a very nice relative either, so she gives the blueberries away in birthday present. The disapointment! The Agony! It took years before we stopped reminding her of 'these blueberries'. They became an inside joke in the family.