First jam of the season, just one pot of blackberry and blueberry jam made from tonight’s pickings. First go but tastes pretty good, we strained in a sieve to make more like American jelly to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, yum. Going to try making some more jams, preserves and other goodies from the allotment over the next while. Watch this space…
This bowl is… on the deep side. Like, probably as deep as my hand is wide or so? Something like that. And I didn’t even pick the damn brambles bare - there’s still some berries on there that I could’ve done to pick today, and more that’ll be ripe in the next few days, and even more that’ll ripen over the next couple of weeks.
Like, I could probably go out and pick another bowl like this tomorrow.
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: Summer’s blood was in it, Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking… Our hands were peppered With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s. — Blackberry Picking, by Seamus Heaney.