WILD FOOD: DEWBERRIES
When we were mere Babblettes, summer meant spending time with GiGi and PawPaw in Driftwood, swimming in Onion Creek, sweating in revival tents (we never did anything truly sinful, so it was a pure, heat-related sweat), and picking dewberries for dewberry cobbler. Indeed, dewberry cobbler was the only cobbler we knew. The first time we were served peach cobbler our little minds boggled. They had really turned cobbler on its head! They called it cobbler, but there were no dewberries! Peaches in a cobbler? Who heard of such a thing?
We've had many cobblers since with all manner of fruits and berries, but, for us, cobblers still mean dewberries and, thanks to the rains, the dewberries are big and juicy and plentiful this year. For those who have never eaten dewberries, they're much like blackberries. The ones we've picked this year have been so sweet right off the vine that only about half of those picked actually make it back to the house and into the kitchen. We find our dewberry patches growing close to trees and, as with agarita picking, we are always properly clothed and aware of our wild kingdom surroundings.
In addition to cobbler, we've turned dewberries on their head this year and made a clafoutis (a sort of custard dish). This dewberry dessert was a hit and we will be making again (if we can stop eating the berries on the way back to the house). We used this recipe, only change was to sprinkle the berries with a bit of sugar and let them macerate while we made the batter just to help balance out the less sweet berries.
This dewberry never made it back to the kitchen.
We've had many cobblers since with all manner of fruits and berries, but, for us, cobblers still mean dewberries and, thanks to the rains, the dewberries are big and juicy and plentiful this year. For those who have never eaten dewberries, they're much like blackberries. The ones we've picked this year have been so sweet right off the vine that only about half of those picked actually make it back to the house and into the kitchen. We find our dewberry patches growing close to trees and, as with agarita picking, we are always properly clothed and aware of our wild kingdom surroundings.
In addition to cobbler, we've turned dewberries on their head this year and made a clafoutis (a sort of custard dish). This dewberry dessert was a hit and we will be making again (if we can stop eating the berries on the way back to the house). We used this recipe, only change was to sprinkle the berries with a bit of sugar and let them macerate while we made the batter just to help balance out the less sweet berries.
This dewberry never made it back to the kitchen.
Posted by DSBabble.com at Wednesday, May 26, 2010 10:23 AM 
Categories: wild food
Tags: dewberries dripping springs dewberry clafoutis
Categories: wild food
Tags: dewberries dripping springs dewberry clafoutis
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