Oh blackberries. For me, blackberries are the thing of wonderful childhood memories. Isn’t it funny how we can attach so much nostalgia to food?
But back to the blackberries.
Growing up in the little college town of Corvallis, Oregon, we were just a stone’s throw away from the blackberry fields of the E.E. Wilson Wildlife Area. At the time, my Dad was going to college (and only able to work part time in the summers) and my Mum was supporting us on a teacher’s salary (which, for those of you that don’t know, isn’t much). Our tight, shoe-string budget meant a frugal existence.