This Side of the Pond
Notes from an Uprooted Englishwoman
June 4, 2020
There’s a rite of passage in my homeland that involves sticky fingers, woodland hikes and a basket full of fruit. I was reminiscing on this last week when the husband came across blackberries for sale in our local supermarket. It was a little earlier in the season than I expected, but who’s complaining?
Traditionally speaking, you’re not actually meant to buy your blackberries, because finding them is half the experience. But why resist an opportunity to enjoy the juiciest, most colorful of treats?
In a few weeks, the children of Britain will begin their inspections of the local bramb...