"sho 'nuff moon gon' rise like a huckleberry pie in the middle of the sky..."
Saturday, October 17, 2009
"Huckleberry Pie" comes out of the oven
One of my most favorite things in the world is huckleberry pie. I have such great childhood memories of picking huckleberries with my family. If you know anything about huckleberries you know they are hard to find, hard to pick and hard to resist! You have to swathe yourself from head to toe in every-inch-of-skin covering attire, tromp through the trees to some isolated heretofor unknown neck of the woods (whose whereabouts you never reveal to anyone) then you swat mosquitos, avoid the poison ivy and listen to the plink plink of the berries as they hit the bottom of the bucket. As the buckets fill the sound becomes more of a plop than a plink and you remind one another to leave some for the bears. You then tromp back throught the trees and home to admire your booty/bounty. Mom would make a pie that very night but the rest of the berries would go into the freezer in one-pie portions to be savoured in the months to come. When the pie came out of the oven the juices would pour out and it was more like soup with a crust than actual pie. The runnier the better. So this blog is going to be about my favorite things... scrapbooking, music, theater, gardens, grandkids, horses, camp life, and whatever else I come up with. So get out your cloth napkin, tuck it under your chin and be prepared for deliciousness.