In the wayyyyy back of the freezer in the garage, I found them.
They looked a little bit frost-bitten, but I didn't care.
Mr. Jenny and I had picked these little gems of berries at great personal peril...
Ruining several pairs of shorts...
And coming down with a bad case of 'Berry-Berry' all over our arms and legs.
I thought we had eaten them all in muffins and pies!
But I was wrong!
There were four cups of the dark purple jewels just waiting to be turned into a cobbler for some company we had coming to visit.
Black raspberries.
Not blackberries.
Not raspberries.
Black raspberries.
They grow wild here in patches up around 6,500 feet elevation.
Mr. Jenny and I picked and picked last year and are planning to do it with wild abandon again this year!
Black raspberries.
My, oh my.
The only bad thing about making a black raspberry cobbler for house guests is that there is a good possibility they will never leave.
At least until they find out the freezer is empty.
They looked a little bit frost-bitten, but I didn't care.
Mr. Jenny and I had picked these little gems of berries at great personal peril...
Ruining several pairs of shorts...
And coming down with a bad case of 'Berry-Berry' all over our arms and legs.
I thought we had eaten them all in muffins and pies!
But I was wrong!
There were four cups of the dark purple jewels just waiting to be turned into a cobbler for some company we had coming to visit.
Black raspberries.
Not blackberries.
Not raspberries.
Black raspberries.
They grow wild here in patches up around 6,500 feet elevation.
Mr. Jenny and I picked and picked last year and are planning to do it with wild abandon again this year!
Black raspberries.
My, oh my.
The only bad thing about making a black raspberry cobbler for house guests is that there is a good possibility they will never leave.
At least until they find out the freezer is empty.




