My Beloved got home tonight and I needed a break from the kiddos. I grabbed our berry containers and headed out for some alone time. After 20 minutes I had 2 pounds of delicious foraged blackberries. Himalayan Blackberries are prolific in the northwest. They are an invasive and horrible weed. They posses an uncanny ability to grow everywhere and are hard to kill even if you can find the central root. But then, one time a year we all set our distain for this invasive plant and we eat some pretty amazing foraged fruit.
I don't know if it is our very warm summer, or the several rainy days we have had this summer but I think the berries are sweeter than any other year we have lived in the PNW. When we lived in Seattle I had my favorite parks, overpasses, and overgrown lots that I liked to pick berries in. On Vashon I also have my favorite roadside patches (which of course I won't tell you about!). I do find it pretty charming that at some of the local beaches though the bushes have been clearly munched by many passers by.
What makes the perfect roadside blackberry patch is usually that it gets mowed periodically sow that the first year shoots (that don't produce fruit) are cut back and you can reach a lot of the berries. Ideally it is situated enough off the road that you don't feel like you are risking your life, and that no one pays any attention to it.
Here's the question though? Blackberry cobbler or pie?