Manny and I stopped by Denny's yesterday for a senior special breakfast. Where we parked there was a gigantic, sprawling thicket of blackberries just ripe for the picking.
I asked the waitress if they were safe for eating (which I assumed they were as if they had been sprayed they would have been dry and withered.) The dishwasher piped up and hollered "heck yeah - on my break I always eat a handful!"
With that Denny's approval in mind, we went back to the restaurant this morning and picked our little hearts out until we had three containers full of the plump berries. Washed the batch then placed the zip lock bag in the freezer since their destiny is still being decided - pie, cobbler, or maybe even freezer jam!
