I’m grateful for frozen blackberries. I really am — they’re great in smoothies and smoothie bowls. No problem. Perfectly palatable.
And the hothouse blackberries you can get year round?
Not bad. They lend color and variety to a midwinter bowl of fruit. A little tart for my taste, but better than 6 months of nothing but apples and pears.
But then summer rolls in with its fresh blackberries (and marionberries), and I remember. Dayum! Blackberries! With an exclamation point because they literally TASTE LIKE CANDY.
When berry season hits, I want to buy flat after flat from the farmers market, but then I realize. Oh yeah. I don’t make jams or jellies. I don’t “put things up” like Laura Ingalls, as much as I daydream about it being a fancy urban homesteader. After coming home with mountains of berries, I get real: what will I do with all these berries?