I drove out to my dad’s house yesterday to pick up a load of camping gear for this weekend, only I found something a little sweeter than my tent and cooler. His garden is sprouting and I left with a bags of homegrown sweet red onions, bunches of garlic and red and yellow zucchini.
As I was driving down his country road to go home, I noticed the big blackberry bushes growing between the asphalt and the water-filled ditch. Last week at the farmers market, I tasted the sweetest locally grown blackberries, and I wondered if these would be ready. I pulled over, and sure enough, the thick bushes were dotted with red and black.
I found a bag in the back of my car and went to work picking for twenty minutes, not carrying about my blood-red stained fingers or pricks of the surprise thorns.
I learned last night that wild blackberries make one of the best summer dinners ever (and a great dessert, too, especially when you add them to sorbet).
WELCOME!I’m Lauren — a gentle wanderlust who lives in a little valley nestled between Sacramento and San Francisco. I embrace life’s littlest and most poignant moments, and share them here.
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