The picture above was taken back in May. I had been photographing gators in their secluded gator command post and I was hot and hungry. The old logging road that runs past the gator hole was lined with wild blackberry bushes so I chowed down as I walked back to the JEEP.
That was two months ago, so wild blackberries are pretty much finished for the year here as are my tame blueberries ... finally.
I had a magnificent harvest that stretched from mid-May to mid-July. Technically, I could go pick a few last berries out back right now, but I'm only counting the period of time where I could fill a bowl daily. The last dozen or so berries I'll leave for the birds.
It's time for my blueberry bushes to chill out for a while and just be bushy.
Now it's time to anticipate the scuppernong and muscadine grapes ... as I know the squirrels are doing even as I type.
While we were up in the Georgia mountains, we went blueberry and blackberry picking. Some of these actually made it all the way home to Florida where Mrs. FC combined them in a dish that I believe she called a "Berry Buckle".
She's not available to verify that this morning, but I know it was a recipe she found in one of our Southern Living Annual Cook Books.
I believe the original recipe was for blueberries, but she just combined the two black and blue berries ... sort of a baked bruise.
It was spectacular served warm with Blue Bell Vanilla ice cream.
Micro-rant follows ...
Speaking of Blue Bell Ice Cream ...
What is it with their Mocha Almond Fudge flavor? This is the most amazing ice cream flavor ...it's practically mud pie in a carton. (Search this blog for mud pie ... I posted about it a long time ago)
Do the employees eat it at the factory as soon as they make it? (I don't blame them)
Are the grocery stock boys hoarding it?
Do you ever see more than one carton of the stuff in a store?
Weeks go by with no sign of it and then suddenly there is one carton sitting there.
It's a mystery to me.
Just don't get between me and that last carton.