I grew up in a little poor town called Bloomingsburg, Ohio. Where I lived we also had a fence line. All along that fence grew blackberry bushes. In the summer, once they had ripened, my mom would hand me a big bowl and tell me to go fill it up. So my best friend Joey and I would spend all day outside picking these berries. My hands would be stained from the berries by the time I was done. The end result was a yummy blackberry pie my mom baked for us.
Not all of the berries are ripe yet, so I wasn't able to get a whole lot today. That's okay, I wanted just enough to put in the bread pudding I'm making. I just love going foraging and finding sweet things to eat. :)
I did forget that blackberry bushes have thorns. Ouch! My poor fingers.
What have you done today?