So I got this hair up my ass... I know where there are a whole lot of blackberries growing. But you see they aren't so easy to get to. Me and my dad used to go when I was a kid and we'd usually find them around junk that nobody wanted anymore... and we called them junk berries. So anyway, I got this mess of blackberries, that me and the 14-year-old worked hard for, got the scrapes and scratches to prove it. We want to make some blackberry cobbler.
So I look around on the internet... and I find this recipe and I go to work making this cobbler. It comes out of the oven, and what happens? Well effectively nothing. I wanted this to be the second coming of Christ, after tasting, it was more like the 5th coming of Melvin. In other words, not so good. I think the blackberries were just not sweet enough, and I think it was because there was no junk laying next to it.
I mean why else would that be? We have had enough rain and sun. The only thing I can think of is they didn't have that old, bald tire or chicken wire or rusted piece of tin underneath it. What do you think?
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Blackberry Cobbler
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