Friday, August 2, 2013
My cuts and scraps continue to heal from my fall into the blackberry bushes last Sunday. The slashes that looked so much like I'd been in a real live cat fight are becoming less and less noticeable as the days pass. The much sought after bounty is also dwindling.
Little sister made blackberry cobbler almost as soon as I brought the juicy berries home. I made a couple of pies thanks to a fruit pie recipe passed onto me by a real true Alabama belle. I even made a smoothie for breakfast one morning.
It was early for blackberry picking. They will continue to ripen over the next few weeks. So there is plenty of time to go pick your own. What would you make with a bucket full of blackberries?
Or if you just want to hear a fine poem about picking blackberries, head on over to NPR and listen to "Blackberry Picking" by Seamus Heany.