poured out before bed
There is nothing like a fresh blackberry (though I do like a good everberry, not to mention a mulberry, just as well), still warm from the blazing morning sun that lately tanned it ripe. Fast forward to city life and the closest is a fruit a bit bruised by a truck ride into the farmer’s market and threatening to ferment at any moment. So, one must settle for preserves – and a tart seedless black raspberry is such a tasty settlement to positively make my morning. Now then…is that toast about done?