So despite having made other plans this past week, most of it was spent gathering, clipping, picking, and snacking. The snacking part is my favorite, by the way. There's simply no way to describe the satisfaction I gain from popping a juicy ripe berry or a plump sun-warmed cherry tomato in my mouth while I'm harvesting away. Trust me, it's a fantastic experience.
And I'm proud to say that even though my hands (and my mouth) were full, I managed to snap a few photos. So even though you didn't get your taste buds tickled like I did, you can still feast your eyes on the firsts of the summer harvest!
I picked all the purple beans I saw and then headed to the other bean aisles, where I found more ripe beans--and this time they were speckled! These were the Dragon Tongue and Tongues of Fire beans, characterized by occasional bright pink and purple splashes of color along the pods. They're very exciting to look at, but they're also packed with that good old-fashioned green bean flavor. I speak from experience, because I cooked some up for supper that evening!
P.S. That's the Royalty Purple bean plants at the left of the photo, and not only are the bean pods purple, the plant stems and flowers are too! And to the right of the Zinnias are my Blue Basil blooms, which I plan to use in my new line of teas later this summer. Obviously there's a lot going on in this photo!
It was a beautiful sight, and it just happened to be growing near yet another (and incredibly exciting) first:
I said "sort of", just to be clear.
And brave the patch I did. I picked all the juicy ripe berries I could find, and then I ran straight into the house and whipped up one of these...
I'm not kidding. Okay, I gave Will a bite. But I'm faster than he is with a fork so I got most of it.
I have no excuse for my actions, so I'm not even going to try to make one up. But what I did make up was another cobbler for him and my husband, and a few more to take to the market that evening.
Thankfully, the market cobblers didn't sell, and we got to eat them for breakfast Saturday morning. I say "thankfully" because I really don't like parting with my blackberries. I don't know why I decided it was a good idea to try to sell some. I think I was on a roll (and a sugar high), and was just feeling generous. Believe me, it will never happen again. Just to prove my point, I even made a vow:
No Wild Blackberries Will Ever Leave This Homestead Again As Long As I'm Alive.
I enjoy theatrics; I bet you noticed. But it's pretty good, right? Or maybe just ridiculous. But let's go with good, just for kicks.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not entirely opposed to sharing a bite of blackberry cobbler with any of you. All this means is that officially in order for me to uphold my vow, the blackberries (especially in cobbler form) legally cannot leave my property. But here's the fun part: If you'd like to try a bite of my special wild blackberry cobbler you'll just have to come to me. That sound alright?
Well let me tell you, it would be worth the trip! Just let me know ahead of time so I can get myself psyched up to share. After all, I do have a greedy side...but it comes and goes so odds are you'll be safe!