Just one part of one day’s effort! Big, juicy, and wonderful mouthfuls of summer…
In the lot beside the office where I work, there is a lovely bunch of blackberry vines. There’s also a thicket of them on the other corner of the property, and some in the trees on the back. (No, we aren’t out in the country — we are four blocks from the main street downtown.) No one seems to know where the blackberries came from, but everyone agrees that they just grew. No one planted them on purpose.
I am just about the only one anymore who is willing to go out in the heat and pick them. My mom was worried about it being “snakey” (a truly wonderful Southern descriptor), but when I explained that the lawn was mowed right up to the vines on one side, and on the other, the vines are growing on a concrete pad, she settled down a bit. I have also made it quite clear that the day I see a snake is the last day I will ever pick blackberries out there.
Last week when I came in from picking, soaking wet and dying for water, I checked the temperature. It was 92, with a heat index of 108. See why I’m the only one who will pick them?
Anyway, I have picked this year. And picked. And picked again. Then I made my daughter and her friend go out to finish picking.
She didn’t mind TOO much, even though it was her birthday!
So far we have about 3 1/2 gallons. So right now, cooking is all things blackberry, while we have them.
And what is the first thing you make when you have lots of fresh-picked blackberries? JAM! Continue reading