My Dad’s Blackberry Bag No-Recipe Recipe Is What You Need on Hot Summer Days
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I’m not a huge fruit person, but I make an exception for summer berries. I like them juicy, tart and firm, slightly underripe but still with that signature candy-like sweetness berries of all kinds are known for. I love strawberries and raspberries, and I’ll never turn down a bowl of fresh blueberries. But to me, blackberries are and always will be the superior summer berry.
My love of blackberries was instilled in me by my dad one fateful summer day, when the heat of July stood still and stagnant in our suburban cul-de-sac. We lived next to a large, undeveloped field, abutted by other neighborhoods but mostly just shrouded in trees and bushes, most of them unremarkable but some glistening with ripe, juicy blackberries. These bushes held a veritable feast: They would droop with the weight of the fruit, weighed down by their temporary bounty.
On this particular day, my dad had taken me to the overgrown field not to look for fruit but to find insects, our main father-daughter pastime. He would help me capture the bugs in an old pickle jar and let me keep them as “pets” for about an hour until I was instructed to release them back into the wild. But on this particular day while I was searching for beetles, my dad was hunting for something even more exciting than a colorful caterpillar: blackberries.
He had come equipped with a plastic Ziploc bag and began collecting the berries one by one, dropping them into the clear plastic, their soft plops audible in the muggy afternoon air. We ate some of them on the spot, the tartest of the bunch delivering a sharp burst of juice that would make me wrinkle my nose in delight. Others had already been transformed into sweet little candy jewels, the soft bumps of the berries giving under the pressure of my clumsy fingertips.