August 8, 2009
I LOVE to pick fruit and berries. I grew up in West Texas , which, although beautiful in a desert sort of way, did not offer many chances to pick large amounts of fruits and vegetables. So, in my grown-up years, I look for picking opportunities whenever possible. When Ellen discovered a hill of blackberry bushes right behind her neighborhood near Berkeley, we couldn’t wait to set to work. This year, we only had a few minutes to gather, so we limited ourselves to enough for one pie. Then we didn’t really have tiime to make the pie, so we just ate them buried in whipped cream. They were the best blackberries we ever ate … but I’m sure we’ll say that again next year!
