"It would seem there was some sort of blueberry pie giveaway before the part of the scene that we see," said Lindberg, over the phone from a summer camp near Portland, Oregon, where he currently serves as director. "In real-world terms, there was some bakery in Eugene. Their truck would show up with buckets of blueberry pie filling and racks and racks of freshly baked blueberry pies. That's what we put our faces in."
Lindberg says Stand by Me presented him with the opportunity to move to New York or LA and try out a career as a child actor. While he looks back on the film and his subsequent 15 minutes of fame fondly, he stuck around Oregon until he got older. Perhaps devouring 200-250 blueberry pies during a five-day shoot while sweltering in a fat suit didn't inspire much hope for a sexy, glamorous lifestyle in Tinseltown. The scrapes on his nose, self-inflicted after repeatedly slamming his face into honest-to-gosh real pies topped with rock sugar, didn't help either. "Someday, when my nose looks like J.P. Morgan's, I'll know what to blame all the injuries to my nose on: pie," he says.
Since solid CG effects weren't an option in the mid-'80s, some trial and error transpired before the crew could adequately simulate firehose-like barfing and effectively cover their cast in a pie-filling-and-cottage-cheese concoction. Eventually, a makeshift mechanism comprised of a 10-gallon cylinder, a plunger, three to five dudes shoving the plunger down, and a rubber tube taped to Lindberg's face proved sufficient.
And because you're wondering: Yes, the experience absolutely ruined Lindberg's ability to enjoy blueberry pie. He can do plain blueberries or blueberry muffins, but definitely not blueberry pie.
"I've successfully avoided it for the most part [since then], but there were instances where my gag reflex triggered because somebody served me a cobbler that was mostly blueberries," he says. Not that it's a big loss: "I've always been a cake guy, truth be told."