We have black raspberries at the edge of our woods, but they never make it to a bowl. I pick. I eat. The only evidence is stained hands. You two must have incredible self-discipline.
Enjoying this good earth and its bounty sure beats a day full of legal arguments. Not that there is anything wrong with legal arguments. But were those berries picked following strict Federal Regulations promulgated by The New Food Department under the New and Improved Commerce clause? Michelle Obama has warned us.
Now I see that 75 million drops does not make for much of a sea. Twenty drops equal one milliliter. So, 3750 liters. Not even close to a filling a single tanker truck.
We always ignored raspberries and blackberries, instead searching out high-bush blueberries and juicy looking wild strawberries. Berry picking always made for a long hot dry day but Grandma made wonderful muffins and buns with the fruit plus washed blueberries with chilled milk was fantastic.
I thought this was a cafe type post. My error. Sorry.
Nice berries! I'm thinking of planting some kind of berries down the hillside in the back yard. Very sunny, soil is clay and rocks. Don't know what will work best.
I am repositioning my berry comment from an earlier post, because these berries look very much like the ones growing wild in our Michigan yard. But a lot depends on the size of the bowl which becomes surprisingly big when the enlarge feature is clicked!
The wild black raspberry bushes on our berm between house and road arrived courtesy of the birds (who are also responsible for spreading the poison ivy that keeps cropping up).
These plants send out 3-4 ft. canes yielding clusters of tiny sweet black berries in the traditional round raspberry shape. The berries measure 1/4 to 1/2 inch in diameter. They stain fingers immediately upon picking and don't hold up well in captivity, but are fun to pull off the bush and eat. They look like tiny jewels and taste like small bursts of summer sunshine.
I was sure they had to be blackberries when you posted about them yesterday. I had no idea there was such a thing as a black raspberry. We used to pick blackberries wild around my granddad's farm in Louisiana.
I swear we have a bush, not a block from our house, that drops these on the sidewalk. I've never looked too closely - at the details - as I don't have on my glasses when I run by...and in my running by am simply trying to dodge what's on the ground.
Black raspberries are very prevalent around the Seppofarm. They ripened a bit early this year and are pretty much over by now. They are impossible to resist, I have picked them since childhood. We would collect them for eating in a bowl with a little fresh cream, and to make amazing jelly.
My favorite is to collect enough to make a homemade batch of black raspberry ice cream, absolutely delicious. But mostly I just eat them on the run as the dog and I do our daily outing in the fields and fencerows, he loves them too. It's cute to see him gingerly pull a berry from its briary branch.
The blackberries around here will be ripe in another two or three weeks.
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32 comments:
Fantastic!
Yum yum.
We have black raspberries at the edge of our woods, but they never make it to a bowl. I pick. I eat. The only evidence is stained hands. You two must have incredible self-discipline.
Nom nom nom nom nom nom.
Enjoying this good earth and its bounty sure beats a day full of legal arguments. Not that there is anything wrong with legal arguments. But were those berries picked following strict Federal Regulations promulgated by The New Food Department under the New and Improved Commerce clause? Michelle Obama has warned us.
Aren't they normally called blackberries?
Yum!
Food is hard to photograph. Nice job.
"Aren't they normally called blackberries?"
No. Blackberries are something else.
"Food is hard to photograph."
Key trick: I took it outside.
Vanilla ice cream in your future?
Blackberries and black raspberries are indeed different.
Black raspberries release from their centers sooo nicely... just like the red ones.
The texture is like red raspberries -- different than blackberries. Blackberries seem more solid and seedy.
Both are wonderful.
Ebert just tweeted this, "Most of man's religions do not worship one god, and the largest worships none."
The largest religion in the world, currently, is Christianity. So I asked him what he meant.
But I am just one drop in the sea of 75 million Twitter users, so I get no response.
"Vanilla ice cream in your future?"
Past now, unfortunately.
Skyler's question is a good one. Same genus different species. We'll look for blackberries in August.
Now I see that 75 million drops does not make for much of a sea. Twenty drops equal one milliliter. So, 3750 liters. Not even close to a filling a single tanker truck.
Some sea.
We always ignored raspberries and blackberries, instead searching out high-bush blueberries and juicy looking wild strawberries. Berry picking always made for a long hot dry day but Grandma made wonderful muffins and buns with the fruit plus washed blueberries with chilled milk was fantastic.
I thought this was a cafe type post. My error. Sorry.
Nice berries! I'm thinking of planting some kind of berries down the hillside in the back yard. Very sunny, soil is clay and rocks. Don't know what will work best.
We'll look for blackberries in August.
I don't know if I've seen blackberries around here in August. Haven't really searched for them though.
The wife bought some Blackberries at the farmer's market last Friday.
They are now sorbet in the freezer.
The previous week's decorated French Vanilla
Blackberries are larger, have a bigger core and I think they have a better, and stronger flavor than those black raspberries.
Freeman, do a little research. While they do fine in the wild, raspberries require some maintenance in the garden.
Some red raspberries are very aggressive, sending underground shoots that pop up several feet away. This can be a problem in some locations.
Black raspberries, at least the ones I am familiar with, aren't as aggressive, though they can get wild pretty fast if they are in full sun.
I am repositioning my berry comment from an earlier post, because these berries look very much like the ones growing wild in our Michigan yard. But a lot depends on the size of the bowl which becomes surprisingly big when the enlarge feature is clicked!
The wild black raspberry bushes on our berm between house and road arrived courtesy of the birds (who are also responsible for spreading the poison ivy that keeps cropping up).
These plants send out 3-4 ft. canes yielding clusters of tiny sweet black berries in the traditional round raspberry shape. The berries measure 1/4 to 1/2 inch in diameter. They stain fingers immediately upon picking and don't hold up well in captivity, but are fun to pull off the bush and eat. They look like tiny jewels and taste like small bursts of summer sunshine.
I wasn't sure whether to post this short, high-speed video here, or under the "world's thirstiest gerbil" thread.
I was sure they had to be blackberries when you posted about them yesterday. I had no idea there was such a thing as a black raspberry. We used to pick blackberries wild around my granddad's farm in Louisiana.
Anyway, they look great!
Some variants of Berries.
Loganbery is a Red Raspberry x Blackberry combo. Other mixes include:
Tayberry (loganberry × raspberry),
Boysenberry (loganberry × raspberry × blackberry),
Youngberry (Phenomenal berry × Austin Mayes dewberry),
Santiam blackberry (loganberry × trailing blackberry) and
Olallieberry (Black Logan × Youngberry).
Black raspberry canes are mean. Wicked, even. But the berries are delicious. The blackberries on our property, OTOH, have no flavor.
Ann Althouse said...
"Vanilla ice cream in your future?"
Past now, unfortunately.
Ann is watching her figure.
So is Meade.
I swear we have a bush, not a block from our house, that drops these on the sidewalk. I've never looked too closely - at the details - as I don't have on my glasses when I run by...and in my running by am simply trying to dodge what's on the ground.
Up close, they do look good, though.
"Some variants of Berries."
And don't forget the KING of blackberries. Our favorites.
Marionberries.
Black raspberries are very prevalent around the Seppofarm. They ripened a bit early this year and are pretty much over by now. They are impossible to resist, I have picked them since childhood. We would collect them for eating in a bowl with a little fresh cream, and to make amazing jelly.
My favorite is to collect enough to make a homemade batch of black raspberry ice cream, absolutely delicious. But mostly I just eat them on the run as the dog and I do our daily outing in the fields and fencerows, he loves them too. It's cute to see him gingerly pull a berry from its briary branch.
The blackberries around here will be ripe in another two or three weeks.
k*thy, you might be describing a mulberry bush. Thorns or no thorns?
"Ann is watching her figure."
No! I meant that we'd already eaten the berries with vanilla ice cream and they were gone.
I do watch calories, but that's not a reason not to eat ice cream.
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