Thimbleberry picking was a success this morning, with enough to make a jar of jam. This is the first wave of ripe berries and there are many still green to fill the next few weekends with picking, while keeping an eye and ear out for a sow black bear and cubs (who also cherish the tart berries). You develop hands of a surgeon to pick them sans squishing or dropping them in the thick undergrowth as they are ultra delicate, unlike a raspberry. They are in the freezer and when the season is done, I will spend a saturday or sunday morning jamming in the kitchen at Rauhallinen Farm. Making a homemade pasty for dinner tonight. A shame that the home arts have not found there way to young folks today, or for that matter, many of their parents as well. Eric and Antoinette are both gourmet cooks like their mother and the jury is out on Madeline.
“The tastiest berries are often hidden.
Do not despair if you haven't found true love.
Look under the leaves and branches of convention.”
― Khang Kijarro Nguyen