Normally I wouldn't be snacking at all. I just wanted some fibre and some vitamins. I should not be in negative fullness right now.
And in the hunger-crazed interim I managed to bollix up the world of Exchange meeting invites
again.
Is there no end to what I can do with a public audience?
The market had olallieberries this week. YUM. (Although black raspberries remain my one true berry. If only they weren't impossible to find.)
olallieberries
You made those up. Admit it.
How could I make this up?
The olallieberry (pronounced oh-la-leh, sometimes spelled ollalieberry, olallaberry, olalliberry, ollalaberry or ollaliberry) is a cross between the loganberry and the youngberry, each of which is itself a cross between blackberry and another berry (raspberry and dewberry, respectively).
I'm just waiting for the blackberries in my backyard to be ripe. I like being able to walk out and pick a bowl of blackberries.
You know what's cool about lingonberries? They're only one letter away from being Klingonberries.
I want to be able to go outside and pick a bowl of bacon. With cheesy potatoes.
My Dad grew strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, and we had black raspberries growing wild. I only realize now how spoiled I was. No blackberries though.
I want to be able to go outside and pick a bowl of bacon. With cheesy potatoes.
Like, pick from a bacon tree?
olallieberries
There's a place in Pescadero (Duarte's Tavern) that has the best olallieberry pie. So delicious.
I miss the Bay Area.