Last night was perfect walking weather-not too cold, but not sweltering either.
Amazing sunset, good night.
One of the things I love about Portland is that blackberries grow all over. Last summer the family I nannyed for had a bunch of blackberries around in their neighborhood, and the kids and I picked a ton and made pies. My fiance (who at the time was my boyfriend. And my roommate. long story) told me he didn’t like pie, (Not kidding. PIE.) until I made him a blackberry sour cream one.
So, since I needed to make a dessert for tonight, and berries are delicious and free I decided to make pie. I debated how weird it would look to be on the side of the road picking things. Then I remembered I was in Portland, and this was sustainable, so it was ok .
The first few bushes had a few, but not all of them were super reachable. And I didn’t want try and get them and end up hurting myself. (“So, what happened to your face?” “Berries”). I’m clumsy. I got what I could reach, and kept going.
The third spot I found I hit the motherload. Giant bushes, with berries I could reach. My little container was overflowing before I could stop myself.
Which meant that the berries spilled all over my bag. I now have a purple 5 dollar bill in my wallet. Score.
And now I have this in my sink:
Gotta get going on the pie!
I think I’m going to have to go get more another day. Who can say no to free local fruit?
Now I’m just debating: is picking fruit on the side of the road awesome, or kinda trashy?