I HATE picking blackberries with a passion. Lee tried to have me pick blackberries last year but he gave up after some massive whining from my part. It went along the lines of, “It’s too hot. The berries are all moldy. The berries won’t pull off good. It’s too hot. The berries are too small. The mosquitoes are eating me. It’s too hot. The thorns are poking me. I’m not doing it any more!”
This year I really wanted some blackberry jam so I talked myself into walking out to our field to assess the blackberry state. The weather was cool, no mosquitoes in sight, and the blackberries were big. I picked berries until I filled my pot.
This was my first jam making experience. All 10 half pints of blackberry-peach jam jelled up which made me quite pleased. What I am going to do with 10 half pints I don’t know, as that is an awful lot of jam. I’ve already given one away and have similar plans for a few more of them.
After making the jam I still had half of my berries left so I decided to make some blackberry syrup. Six pints of syrup later (and some left over in a jar) a brilliant idea occurred to me. Blackberry mojitos! They were fabulous! Now all I need to do is make some pancakes to go with my mojito.