Nordling
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OMG. That'd be like living in heaven. When I was a kid, we'd drive for 50 miles or more to find just that secret spot high up in the mountains where we'd hear rumors of ripening berries...and many years we'd be skunked.NerdgasmGirl said:Damn it! Now I need to go make pie because of this thread!
Nordling, I grew up with a huge huckleberry bush ouside my bedroom window. One of the best things was picking them straight off the branches and eating them while they were still warm from the sun.
After the long drive, we'd have to hike a few miles up into the hills to find a patch, and then hope the plants actually had berries on them. This was usually in September. After picking, we'd have to carry our containers back down the hill and rush home with our treasure. Usually, this was the day we'd get dumplings for dessert and the rest of the berries would be canned...or in later years, frozen.