I think I’ve mentioned before my kids live with their dad in the summer. This year he lives in Texas. I live in Maryland. So off they went to Texas, the same weekend I flew off to Haiti (sniff…sniff…).
What does that have to do with these cobblers?
Well. Them being gone means a few things. First, that I have a lot of time on my hands. Second, is that I take sole responsibility of certain things, like walking our Basset Hound, Benji.
I’m not the greatest dog-mom but I resolved to do this consistently through the summer. So I mapped out a route and we started walking, 6:30 a.m., every morning! One morning we stumbled across a treasure.
An unclaimed blackberry bush.
Now urban foraging can probably be dangerous. This is true. But I do know berry bushes quite well. So when I discovered this one, I started bringing zip-top baggies with me on our walks so I could collect the ripe berries. After all, a berry is a terrible thing to waste!
So after a week or so I had quite the collection. I didn’t take a lot at a time (just in case it really was someone’s bush!) but I had a good cup and some change. Pair that with the need to use up a carton of blueberries (bought at the spur of a moment at Trader Joe’s) and we have a good case for the necessity for a no-sugar added cobbler.
(Do you see what I just did there?)