Wednesday, April 25, 2018


Dewberries grow wild around here. They are basically smaller tarter blackberries. Every other day, we take a walk around the perimeter and collect all the blackest ones we can find along the fence and in the brush near the mowed path. The dog and cat go on these walks too. The dog follows eating things she finds on the ground. The cat gets distracted about every other minute and, so, also follows slowly.

When we make it back to the kitchen with our harvest, I slightly smash them and add a tablespoon of sugar. By the next morning, they are sweet and juicy and great to top off a tiny bowl of cantaloup, pineapple or any fruit we have in the fridge. The pint of sweet dewberries lasts us a couple mornings and then it's time for another slow harvest walk.

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