With inestimable pleasure I share with you my sisters’ (sibling # 4) food memories of our early childhood.
“Hunting for wild black berries was a little like panning for gold. It took a great deal of effort to gather a small amount. Sometimes before dawn on summer mornings my mother would gather all the kids, pile us into the car and drive far out into the country, usually off some dusty dirt road. We would look for the tangled thorny vines of the blackberry bush. Looking for that elusive wild blackberry. We would work our way deep into the bushes picking each little delicate berry. Our reward came after the blackberry pie was made, fresh pastry, blackberries slightly sweetened,
A wild black berry is about half the size of a commercial one, but there is no comparison in the taste, it is much sweeter than its counterpart”.