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Blackberries

Every August we spend time getting pricked and poked, fighting off bees and spiders in order to take advantage of the juicy blackberries that abound here in the Pacific Northwest. Today my husband and I (alone!) went picking at Discovery Park up on Magnolia in Seattle. We used to pick berries there when our first two kids were little and even before that when we were dating.

If memory serves, the berries were big and plentiful back then. Today, they seemed a bit sparse and much smaller.

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The weather, thank heavens, is much cooler than it usually is in August so the picking wasn't as hot and sweaty work as it was last year when we picked them along the Orting River. THOSE were some enormous berries, probably due to their close proximity to the water.

Here's a gratuitious shot of hubby picking this morning. Isn't he cute?

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Later tonight I'll bake those berries into a pie and serve it warm and gooey with some vanilla ice cream on the side. If he's lucky there might still be some left when he gets home.

Comments

  1. Yum! I need to take my kids to get some. I haven't gone since we have lived here, but I am sure there are some good places by the Green River.

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  2. You really should! I bet there are some ginormous blackberries there along the river!

    I just made the pie and am waiting for the oven to heat up so I can bake it. Yuuuuuuuum!

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  3. Anonymous12:53 AM

    Learned something new today: so those are called black berries in English :) thanks for the picture.

    I think black berries do better when there's more sun. So the lack of heat probably has something to do with the small harvest this year.

    Black berries are great in combination with other berries I think.

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  4. Man, I remember those berries. I remember walking along the road in Vancouver and just picking them off the bushes...they were HUGE. sigh. I'd love a fresh blackberry pie...

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  5. Katrinka, welcome and thanks for visiting my blog. Yes, they're called Blackberries and they are SOOOOO good. If they're not ripe enough they are quite tart. We plan on picking more this month for pies and such. I always like to freeze some to have during the winter as well.

    G., you should come up and I'll bake you a pie! You don't have any blackberries where you are?

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