Blackberries...blackberry cobbler... The first time I can remember tasting this delectable desert was on the mountains, in Colorado. It was warm and served with vanilla cream. You know what, I will never forget it. It was so good!

That was a few years ago. But, now after Saturday evening, blackberries have taken on a new perspective for me.

My grandchildren moved to a home that has a garden in it's backyard. In that garden are bushes of blackberries, and on Saturday evening my husband took them to the garden, to pick the ripened berries. Here this little sweetheart proudly displays her newly picked treasures.

Her first bowl of blackberries with milk. As you can see, she is a bit apprehensive. Her opinion was made part way through the bowl, and now she looks forward to her next picking.

This little one knew immediately that she was a fan of blackberries. She finished her bowl filled with them in no time, juice and all:) Love the little remains of juice on her chin.



The last three berries were so difficult to retrieve with her spoon, and she knew grandma wouldn't mind if she used her fingers.

Their older brother on the other hand was not so easily convinced. He thought it was much more fun picking them, than eating them...even with his dad's help. I looked up blackberries and discovered just how healthy they are. Now I am hoping their bushes produce an abundance this year.




Last evening at Cracker Barrel, four of us divided "blackberry cobbler" for desert, after my MIL's recommendation. Can I tell you just how delicious it was! Oh, if only the calorie content of blackberry cobbler was the same as a bowl of fresh blackberries. Wouldn't that be wonderful?