My tongue hurts.
Because? Well, because blackberries (the berry kind) don't grow in Minnesota; it's too cold. We have black raspberries, red raspberries, lotsa other berries, but the true blackberry- nope. They're all over Wisconsin (the southern half) and Iowa (the southern half) - but - none of my neighbors know what a blackberry is.
Which I've usually been very thankful for. Raspberry vines/canes are thorny- but blackberry vines will tear your shirt, your jeans, and your skin, bigtime. I've fought through blackberry tangles enough in other places that I'd rather not have them around.
But. Now- they're here. Seed dropped by birds, most likely- and they've been getting established near the Little House for a couple of years. Almost fruited last year- but the drought really kept anything from happening. This year is wet- and so-
Looks yummy, huh? And there are tons of them. Could be making two pies a day.
They're wild- but they're big. Like 3 times as big as our wild black raspberries ever get- so; very tempting. My hand, which takes an XL glove.
I've been feeling fatalistic about it- if the birds are dropping seed- they'll drop more next year. If the plants are surviving - then, they'll survive. So. Might as well enjoy this luscious free wild fruit, right? Of course! Going to lose the fight to keep them out anyway. I go out in the morning, pick 5 or 6 handfuls and inhale them for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. Why wouldn't you?
Now it's been years since I've eaten many blackberries. They are a bit seedy- but you just crunch up the seeds, and it becomes part of the whole "sweet/sour/juicy/crunchy/wild berry" mouth experience.
And, I'm sure I knew this as a kid, in Indiana and Ohio- but I'd forgotten.
If you eat fast- NOT ALL THE CRUNCHY BITS ARE SEEDS.
I know this for a fact; because- one of the crunchies got to me before I crunched it- and bit me on the tip of my tongue- hard.
I spit him out- but not fast enough, and my tongue still hurts.
I'm still shoveling them in. But I do now, usually, give the various critters also enjoying the berries just a little time to scurry out and away, before inhaling.