Bake this

I have one more idea to share from our blackberry picking harvest, a fruitful week in many ways. I was disappointed I couldn't go out last week and only have home type photos to share. 

I normally bake coconut flour muffins for dad and batch freeze them. I took the opportunity of swapping the apple and carrot I normally use for some blackberries. I don't use grain flour or sugar so perhaps these wouldn't suit everyone's taste. Just use your favourite muffin recipe and add a handful of blackberries. I added the zest and juice of a lemon and lime too.  

I couldn't end this series of posts without mentioning a poem by the late poet Seamus Heaney. I recommend that you to look it up as it describes the experience perfectly. I used to grumble when my English teacher made me learn this word for word but now I can thank her as I recite this in my mind when we are picking blackberries. We had the privilege of meeting the poet himself when he visited our school. He was quite amused to hear the the depth to which we analysed his poems! 

Think on this

"At first, just one, a glossy purple clot. Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it...."

Quote from Seamus Heaney's 'Blackberry Picking



Along the road to Kearney

We foraged, I made