This is a recipe that I got from my mom. I grew up in the country, and behind the barn at the end of the field there was a fence row that grew huge blackberries. We would eat blackberries until we were sick of them, and then keep eating them. We never did any upkeep on the blackberries except to mow it back once in a while, and every year it would come back bigger and produce more. I can’t remember when they started dying out, but it was probably around the same time that I became a teenager and stopped caring about them so much. I’ll make blackberry cobbler later, when they’re in season. Last night I made strawberry cobbler.
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