This week I was offered the chance to go to a neighbors woods and pick black raspberries. I jumped at the chance! This brings back such memories. When I was in high school, we lived in a house in the woods and in that woods was a huge patch of black raspberry bushes. I would spend lots of time picking enough to make a pie. If you have never picked wild berries, this takes quite a while. Wild berries are smaller and much harder to get to and I had forgotten how much the daddy-long-leg spiders and the walking sticks loved raspberries plus you have to deal with the wicked thorns and poison ivy but I persevered!!
The field where I rode my bike to was a half moon shape. Just a few acres carved out in front of a woods. The farmer cuts hay off of the field. I bumped my bike through the field and up to the woods. I walked the entire edge, reaching in, pulling back the thorns, swatting at mosquitos, avoiding the spiders, retreating to apply bug-spray, and going back for more. It was very overgrown and took me 45 minutes to gather 2 cups. But I am going back for more in a few days and will be more prepared. I am going to take something along to hack away at the growth so I can get back into the woods better. Ah-hah—-a plan!
I quite enjoyed the quiet and solitude of the woods at the edge of the field.
Here is my big haul! Not much, huh? A quick rinse to remove any unwanted hitch hikers and……….
We had black raspberry cobbler with homemade ice cream for supper. Ahhhh, the sweetness of summer.
No, I do not have a recipe for you but you can easily find a recipe for cobbler on-line if you don’t have one. I have quite a few peaches ripening on the counter and I think they are next up for the cobbler pan.