Berry Cobbler

Last night when I got home, I was met at the door by Girl1 who insisted that I keep a promise. The other day when we were taking a walk around the subdivision, we saw a bunch of blackberry vines next to a fence. Girl1 begged and begged to go pick some and I let her, but she wanted more. I was worried she'd be covered in chiggers if she kept going deeper into the weeds, so I told her we would come back and pick enough for a pie. So now I had to pay up. I changed clothes and off we went, La Patrona, Boy2 and Girl2 in tow (Boy1 could not be separated from his Gameboy without surgical tools).



We got down there and started picking berries. I used to do this all the time when I was growing up. There are lots of blackberry vines around the places we would put out round bales for the cattle during the winter. We would pick blackberries and find turtles at the same time. One year we caught about 12 turtles. We painted numbers on their shells and turned 'em loose. Never did see any of them again, though.

Anyway, we picked about 3 cups of blackberries in about 30 minutes. In that time, Boy2 fell in the water and took his pants off, Girl2 ran into a fence, Girl1 got about 15 berry stickers in her hands, and La Patrona got stung by a wasp. Not too bad.

We took them home, washed them off and made a cobbler with them. La Patrona is a mean cook. Took about 10 minutes to eat the pie, but it sure was worth it.