We spent last Sunday visiting my parents in Isleton, my home town. Well, come early evening, I was out on the back road with my plastic bag, staining my hands and cutting my forearms on blackberry thorns. I came back with a few pounds, or about $20 worth of blackberries, for less than an hour's work, and last night both my wife and I went crazy on desserts. I made what would have been a blackberry cobbler, but I forgot both the cinnamon and the baking powder, so it became a cut-up blackberry gyro. My wife made blackberry muffins, which were some kind of special. They are deep, dark muffins, sweet and juicy when you hit a berry (in just about every bite), and the ginger she used perfectly complemented the blackberries. It was amazing.
I'm thinking of planning a catfishing trip with Hank the great cook and equally good shot, and if I pull it off, it will definitely start early evening, at my favorite berry patch.