But it was slow going; these berries are tiny and the bushes are thorny. Really thorny.
Then, our foraging bear instincts took over (I didn't watch all those Yogi Bear cartoons for nothing) and we wandered behind the orange tape in the blackberry section. Guess what? Some of them they were ripe!
I know these look a lot like their Guatemalan cousins, but believe me they didn't taste the same. It was almost surreal how our berries scented the car on the way home
My daughter went into Boston to visit friends for the weekend, leaving me with the whole berry stash. Decisions, decisions...