4 March ’13
Blackberry – yes, we know it’s a weed, but those little glossy berries are just so delish. The hot, long summer seems to have produced a bumper crop this year. So we discovered when we went for a drive on Saturday.
Cat was staying with a friend, me and the boys (large and small) went out for a drive to the river. There we spotted a man blackberrying. “Ah ha!”, thought we, “That looks like a fine idea.” After we’d checked out the little creek that runs down to the river – the reason we’d gone down there in the first place – we headed on over to the berry canes.
I can’t remember the last time I saw such a huge crop of blackberries. Juicy and sweet, they stained our fingers as we sampled the fruit. Warm and fragrant in the sun, the memories came flooding back of the blackberries we’d found in Ostia Antica last year.
We went home for lunch, then headed back with pots and containers to gather some of nature’s autumn bounty.
It did not take long for three of us to gather enough for a cook up. And all the scratches were totally worth it. We had enough to make a berry crumble to have with ice cream for pudding plus a batch of jam for the store cupboard. There’s something very satisfying about going out and gathering your own food, then processing that raw ingredient in to scrummy goodies for the family.
Here’s my take on an old-fashioned recipe book photograph.
Tea and toast, featuring my Nana’s Dresden china tea set.
Do you forage? What memories does the smell of berries in the sun conjure up for you?