Friday, July 11, 2008

More Thoughts on Berries

Obviously, my mind is totally in the berry field instead of thinking about work.

Thinking about blackberry pies has me remembering berry picking in years past at farms that I can no longer recall how to reach.

One summer in Columbia, Porkchop and I followed a friend out to a berry field somewhere north of town. Way north. On the hilly, twisty little roads that I love in north central Missouri.

This berry field was on a hill in the middle of freaking nowhere. It was terrific - mainly blueberries, but a very good selection of blackberries, raspberries, yellow raspberries, and so forth. I just wish I could remember where it was.

And there was the pick-your-own blueberry patch that operated on the honor system! This was south of Columbia, and my roommate Jenni and I went their several times. You would fill up your bucket, weigh it, put the money in an envelope, slip the envelope into a locked box, and then put your berries in a bag.

I miss these berry places.

In Madison, Porkchop and I would pick strawberries at Carandale Farms. Carandale was great, but it was always crawling with other people. I wanted a berry farm where there were maybe a few other people...not massive crowds. Alas.


Donna said...

Yummy-looking hand pies here:
Angry Chicken

Carrie said...

Holy rhubarb, those hand pies are awesome.