FWIW, I almost never get you guys mixed up
I do all the time on scrolling.
cobbler is my favorite thing in the world.
I had the most amazing peach cobbler in Florida last month.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
FWIW, I almost never get you guys mixed up
I do all the time on scrolling.
cobbler is my favorite thing in the world.
I had the most amazing peach cobbler in Florida last month.
there are a couple of trees in the neighborhood that bear what looks like blackberries. is that possible? from a tree, not a bush. Anyway, I always want to figure out a way to pick a bunch, but it seems odd to be picking up dropped berries on a NYC sidewalk.
I need to make an apple cobbler, because I have this: [link] and haven't used it yet! Cute.
I think my parents have mulberry or something tree in their backyard, but the berries never get ripe before the squirrels eat them.
Yep, those are what are in the back corner of my yard. With thistles sprouting out of them, which makes me VERY unhappy. Plei, if I went after the thistles with long-handled clippers (and gloves and long sleeves!), do you think I'd be able to remove them?
Yeah, you should be.
If the weather stays cool, I may tackle them tomorrow night. Finally, a reason to wear my old motorcycle jacket again!
there are a couple of trees in the neighborhood that bear what looks like blackberries. is that possible? from a tree, not a bush.
Mulberries? We had a ton on the elem. schoolyard and they were the scrouge of teachers (kids+berries=mess) and line-driers everywhere (grackled ate them, pooped purple poop on clean laundry and stained it.)
We were always told they weren't edible. I recall they were sour, so presumably they weren't fatal. Just icky.
Fast Company magazine has named Chicago "US City of the Year," with a great article written by Alex Kotlowitz (author of "There Are No Children Here" and "Never a City So Real").
Drat. That means they're probably going to end up in my neighborhood bar at some point.
When I was in Alaska staying on a lake in a remote cabin that we had to take a float plane to get to, my former best friend decided to try to eat the identified not-quite-blueberries. So of course lori joined her. Um. Hello? If either of them were destined to be poisoned they would have been screwed. But luckily the berries were edible.
That means they're probably going to end up in my neighborhood bar at some point.
I can't believe they aren't going to be in Williamsburg! But maybe it's full.