Looks like we’re not the only freegans in Langley. Mum and Miss V went blackberry picking the other day and found the bushes stripped of fruit. What remained was shriveled or festooned with spider webs, and they came home with only half a bucket for their troubles.
“What the hell are we going to make margaritas with?” I asked Miss V, who promptly put me in a dress and forced me to attend a “bear wedding.”
Blackberry season started early this year thanks to a hot, dry summer and/or climate change. My mum only discovered the berries were ready by accident when she emerged from the bank three weeks ago and collected a bucket’s worth in the parking lot within 15 minutes. It was the first time we’d ever received something free or even worthwhile from the bank, but instead of making blender drinks she made jam, crumble, and cookies. When I asked about daiquiris, she said “Next time, LB.” Can you believe it? Complacently then, she waited two weeks to go back for more berries. And they were gone.
If you had more sense than my mother and picked while the picking was good, here are your fabulous prizes.
And if, like my mother, you weren’t organized or didn’t bother to get blackberries so your little bear friend could enjoy blackberry cocktails, your fabulous prize is that you get to go out and buy your little bear friend a bottle of vodka and watch him pound it.
5 thoughts on “Blackberries are over? Damn you, global warming!”
Thanks for three way better uses of blackberries, LB!
My pleasure! If only we had some!
Blackberries are my absolute all-time favorite. The one special request I had for our July wedding (which was basically planned by my mom and MIL) was that our wedding cake have fresh strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries on it, and when the caterer was all “Erm, no, we cannot do blackberries”, I nearly cut someone. They are the best ever.
you look cute in your dress LB 🙂