We went blackberry picking. They were growing wild along a river north of the city.
Coming home with half a lunchbox full of juicy little fruits was worth the minor injuries caused by prickles. There weren't really enough berries to make pie, margaritas, bars or anything like that. So I just cooked them up with a bit of water and sugar and made a lumpy sauce for waffles and yoghurt.
I like the taste of late-summer.
oh yum! ours are like little dried beads, damn you drought!
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When my son was a boy he would gather blackberries from the riverbank. If it was only a small amount we would add apples and have blackberry and apple pie. Yummm….. Must remind the now adult son to go down to the riverbank I fancy some pie :-)…….
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yum! i remember when dad would come home some days in summer with an icecream container overflowing with berries he’d discovered on the side of the road 🙂 yum!
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mmmmm wild blackberries are divine – especially good with crepes and greek yoghurt too xx
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mmmm looks devine
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Mmm blackberries, just seeing them I shut my eyes and can almost taste the flavour!
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This life is like a swimming pool. You dive into the water, but you can’t see how deep it is.
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Blackberries are great, nothing says ‘autumn’as much as they do. We have them in our garden, the kind without prickles and really juicy fruits. I can recommend those! Picking them in the wild is nice too though, but I haven’t found a spot were I’d like to pick them…
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