Weeks ago I posted about the overabundance of blackberries this season in a blog I called Blackberry Winter.
Now those very blossoms have turned into huge berries, black, juicy, sweet berries, just ripe for the picking.
So we celebrated at the Blackberry Festival in downtown Lenoir, North Carolina. Big time celebrated with a carnival atmosphere, fun games, vendor booths and, ta-da, a parade.
The booth where I sold books had a front row vista of this year's parade. I knew they were coming because the lead man, the one you can barely see in the front of this photograph, was playing "When the Saints Go Marching In" on his trumpet.
The one I purchased and brought home to my hungry hubby was baked and sold as a fund raiser by a local charity. The ladies spent hours...HOURS...using a tried and true recipe to bake hundreds of these ten dollar cobblers. HUNDREDS.
We know how to do blackberries around here.
Catch of the day,