the first time I went, I picked almost 10 lbs of berries.
It makes the most wonderful jam ever, which is great because Richard can eat his weight in PBJ's. We went as a family and were assigned our very own row of rasberry bushes.
going picking with Anna requires two adults-- one to do the picking and the other to do the entertaining of the Anna.
Anna had us trained well. WE picked and she ate...and ate, and ate, and ate.....
..and she ate, and she ate, and she ate.
Anna's appetite was so great that she started hatching a plan to increase our rasberry takeage. She told us to take from other people's berry baskets, but then we saw this sign...
so we told Anna that we would just have to be content with the berries we picked. Luckily, blackberry season was right on the heels of rasberry season. And blackberries grow like weeds here. I have been going out a couple of times a day, and I pick a whole McDonald's basketful each time. They are outside our apartment, by the movie theatre, on the walking paths, by the library. The best kind of weed.
I know I must look funny when I go picking. There are great thorns all throughout the blackberry bushes and my clothes get caught quite a lot. I find myself having to wrangle out of the snags in plain view of all the cars passing by. I also find myself talking to the blackberries-- telling them that I am just helping them to fulfill the measure of their creation. I probably look like a homeless person trying to get a free meal (which is only compounded by the fact that I use an old bucket that came with a McDonalds happy meal), but I don't care-- its FREE blackberries, and what could be better!
5 comments:
Those berries look divine! Like I said on your FB post, I have lots of memories of picking blackberries as a kid. And we did it off the side of the road too. So you aren't alone in looking like a hobo. So how much were the raspberries per pound? Was it a much better deal than in the store? I would imagine so, cause those are often $3 or $4 for a few ounces!
Ok, remember where our pioneer picnic was, Luther Burbank Park? There are enough blackberries there to satisfy an army and lots of people pick them, no worries. Just cause you are the only one in the bushes outside your place doesn't mean ten others are in a patch somewhere else. Also, blueberries should be open at the U-pick fields too.
I need to get out and pick some of those noxious weeds! What do you do with Anna while your blackberry picking? I'm worried Kaylee will get a thorn in her eye and then Danny will run out in the road while I'm munching on my finds. Hmmm . . . maybe we better opt for a park.
I LOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE berries. I'm right there with you sister!
But even more, I LOOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEEE your new blog header :) it's so sweet!
we LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEE and miss you guys.
Kaela
PS. Did you get the package we sent?
Yesterday I was reading the Trader Joe's ad and I thought of you. It was filled with clever humor, well-written and entertaining. I thought, "Rachael would be so good at writing for this catalog"! Your posts are so fun and clever! Plus, you and Richard are always making cool interesting food, so you've got knowledge on the subject.
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