tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155352605600878795.post7421086948085577123..comments2023-04-11T06:20:10.261-04:00Comments on the "That Really Bothers Me" blog: So you'd like Huckleberry Pie?Carlw4514http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574266612004583194noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155352605600878795.post-73935937154570937802008-07-29T10:52:00.000-04:002008-07-29T10:52:00.000-04:00Mmmm, huckleberry pie...(picture me drooling like ...Mmmm, huckleberry pie...(picture me drooling like Homer Simpson).<BR/><BR/>Remind me to tell you the tale (perhaps made up) of some alleged berry smuggling that may or may not have actually happened... I admit to nothing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155352605600878795.post-87586783004557850972008-07-28T14:39:00.000-04:002008-07-28T14:39:00.000-04:00>Next time, let me know. I'll go.you might ...>Next time, let me know. I'll go.<BR/><BR/>you might remember thinking about going before, one problem is we generally want to start crazy early to beat the mid-day heat. If we ever would get a cool day in July, I'd be willing to start earlier. <BR/><BR/>we really ought to find something closer. <BR/><BR/>>We have blueberries up here<BR/><BR/>I'm trying to find out if there is any difference between "wild blueberries" and huckleberries. Actually I don't think so, but you could have totally different subspecies in AK. Forrest and I figured out that where we have been picking there has to be a dozen subspecies , probably more.<BR/><BR/>stay tuned, and I'll make a case that we arent all crazy in next post.Carlw4514https://www.blogger.com/profile/13574266612004583194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155352605600878795.post-79565956469021527522008-07-28T02:31:00.000-04:002008-07-28T02:31:00.000-04:00Mmmm, I miss your huckleberry pie. I do remember ...Mmmm, I miss your huckleberry pie. I do remember thinking "this pie better be worth it" when we picked them, and you know what? It definitely was.<BR/><BR/>We have blueberries up here, but they are more like huckleberries in that they're smaller and a bit more tart than the blueberries you get at the store. The picking experience is not all dissimilar, except for the heat and humidity. You still get the bugs and the challenge of finding the berries. Once you find them though, they're every where! I made a pie a couple of years ago, and it was indeed delicious. Maybe I'll make another this year too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155352605600878795.post-50369908361819796072008-07-27T23:58:00.000-04:002008-07-27T23:58:00.000-04:00Well, I do appreciate your effort and feel honored...Well, I do appreciate your effort and feel honored to get to partake of the pickings. Next time, let me know. I'll go. I am a great berry picker. I have incredible patience when focused on the mundane. I can obsess. <BR/><BR/>Your description reminds me of blackberry picking that we did when I was young. August as I recall and of course with the thorns and the bugs, we had to wear pants, long sleeves, boots. It was miserable hot. We would go out in the evening, a little cooler then. Even my dad would come out. He blew off work to fill a bucket. The best berries were in the cow pastures and along the old coke ovens. My dad knew the best places. The berries grew in huge thickets and we would wade in. We picked gallons and gallons and my mom turned them into blackberry jelly. This is one ritual from my youth I wish I could preserve. The last time we say blackberries growing, it was in a state park near a large sign that said, no berry picking! Booo!Marsha Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06916976570318773870noreply@blogger.com