I know, I know...I've been posting a lot about food lately. But it is harvest time around here and that's the most exciting thing I have to talk about for now. Here is the latest....the blackberries. Blackberries and I go way back. Blackberries grow all over the place in the Willamette Valley, were I grew up. In fact, they are sometimes called the kudzu of the Northwest. When I was a kid, I would pick them off the vines, wherever I happened to find them, and pop them in my mouth. They were so sweet and luscious. And blackberry pie has always been my favorite of all fruit pies. When I went out to pick our blackberries this week I expected the usual 3-4 pints. Was I in for a surprise. I ended up with over 2 gallons of berries! I put enough in the freezer for 4 pies, gave some to a neighbor and baked a fresh blackberry pie for us. But that first berry eaten off the vine was so sweet and delicious, I was immediately transported back to the Willamette Valley and my childhood. I love how tastes and smells can do that. I felt like a little girl again picking those blackberries.
And this blackberry pie tastes amazing (if I do say so myself). I think I'm having some for breakfast tomorrow!
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