Comments on: Nature’s larder is open for the taking!

By: Sarah

Sarah — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 19:18:48 +0000

My childhood was filled with memories of blackberry picking and it was a delight to take the girls along the Basingstoke Canel, in Hampshire, with my folks and pick them. We returned home with big buckets and made up some delicious crumbles. Yummmmy!

By: Ruta M.

Ruta M. — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:29:33 +0000

As children in Cornwall we used to be sent out onto the moors to pick blackberries for dessert and would come back with purple stained mouths denying having eaten any at all. Blackberries with soft brown sugar and Carnation evaporated milk, mmm a taste from my childhood. In London there was a big thicket of blackberries on Wanstead Flats where we walked the dogs and I always got enough to make jam. Down here the summers are often too wet for the blackberries to ripen. I like the sound of black raspberries, never heard of them before. Aren't the memories great!

By: Jeff

Jeff — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 13:59:46 +0000

I'll never forget how black my hands were after taking a ramble through the Oxfordshire countryside and eating lunch in the brambles! Sad to say, blackberries can't survive Minnesota winters, but we do plant red and black raspberries, which I heartily recommend for your potager, Julie! I used to send MT to the bottom of Mere Lane down from the house to fetch a bowl of blackberries for a crumble or pie. There is nothing quite like it!