Shaun calls them African American Berries. He’s about being correct.

If you haven’t been Blackberry picking in your lifetime, you are missing out.

As a kid we would pick the wild ones that grew everywhere around town. They were thorny and you could cut an artery trying to reach in to get the big ones, but they were worth it.

Yesterday we went up to a farm that has pretty much grows everything.   We were let lose with baskets to put our bounty in.  THEM SUCKERS WERE HUGE! I was picking like a kid afraid that if I didn’t pick them all they would be gone forever!

It didn’t take long for our basket to be full of blackberries the size of my thumb.

Tyler ate his weight in berries as he was picking.  The sign said, “Testing is alright, but please do not eat handfuls.”  His theory was, “I am eating them one at a time, not a handful.”

We went to the store to pick up dinner and I stopped and priced the blackberries. For a tiny little container holding about 12 berries was $5.99.  That means, sitting in my kitchen right now is a $60.00 cobbler Kathy made and $140.00 with left over berries.

If you have a farm where you live where you can hand pick your own, go do it.  Soooo worth it.