Blackberries are one of my favorite fruits.

I lived in Tennessee when I was in high school, and we had a house that sat on 10 acres.  We didn’t do much with those 10 acres (although I always wanted a horse and cow), but we did have wild blackberries growing around the perimeter.  It was my job to occasionally walk around and pick some blackberries.  Of course, between being a teenager and those tiny little thorns that covered the plant, I hated the task at the time… but since then, I’ve always loved fresh blackberries.  However, living in such an urban area, it’s difficult to find random patches of blackberries lying around, and store bought blackberries are not even remotely the same.

Imagine my happiness when my husband came home from a farmer’s market with real, fresh, delicious blackberries.  They were so juicy and yummy, I had to take a few photos.