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.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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.
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).
THIS IS A PERVERSION OF FRUIT.
...Mendel would be so proud.
Like, pick from a bacon tree?
A crispy hot bacon tree. I'd give up the Francophone priest scenario from yesterday for this.
A warm bread tree might be first choice for me. Although cheese is also tempting.
Less so when I think about picking it off a tree, but still.
Okay, in my fantasy world the priest with the thigh holster is delivering it to me, but I don't want to appear choosy.
Man...I saw the Wire signal, but missed my chance being all scrupulous...Sheeit. It took me about four episodes before I wanted to watch more, but it didn't really*have* me until "I got the gun...you got the briefcase." Now I would watch David Simon bitch out the cable man. And probably cry at the end. We got it like that. (My fondest broadcasting wish= David Simon on "Countdown" Ego Shortage on Eastern Seaboard, Boehner, GOP, Blame Obama)
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.
megan, you need to come on one of the Wigglebutts walks with me anytime from mid-July to September. Blackberries GALORE. Last year I made a pie or cobbler nearly every week.
And gained 15 pounds.
"I got the gun...you got the briefcase."
The king stay the king.