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What’s your favorite summer berry?

Ruth's picture

What’s your favorite summer berry?

  • Strawberries
  • Raspberries
  • Blueberries
  • Blackberries
  • Other

You will not be able to change your vote.

Marcia's picture

(post #32782, reply #1 of 50)

There is no earthly way I can choose between blackberries and raspberries. Blackberry almost won... I tried, but then I rememberd the farmer's market in Ellsworth, Maine, where there were five kinds of raspberries displayed, and I was allowed to taste each kind in order to choose. There were striking differences among the berries, and the most flavorful one was unprepossessing looking. When I  indicated my preferfence, the farmer nodded and smiled...I'd chosen his favorite.


So I remember the flavor of the blackberries I picked as a child growing wild on my cousin's farm, and I remember the raspberries in Maine...I couldn't choose between them for the life of me.

TracyK's picture

(post #32782, reply #2 of 50)

I chose blackberries, because good ones are much harder to find. Also, I don't really like raspberries unless I pick them myself. :-)

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Rhea's picture

(post #32782, reply #46 of 50)

After reading about the raspberries at that market, I found myself drooling ...:)

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Marcia's picture

(post #32782, reply #47 of 50)

We stayed for many years at Hancock Point, which is on the other side of Frenchman's Bay from Bar Harbor. Ellsworth is a town about fifteen miles away, and in the summer they had a wonderful farmer's market twice a week. I almost never missed a Wednesday or Saturday, but all I can visualize now are the berries -- just picked that morning, each type like different colored jewels lined in neat rows.


We won't even go into the lobster. Not at the market, but fresh from the lobstermen, we'd hear go by early in the morning.

RheaS's picture

(post #32782, reply #48 of 50)

I've been doing lots of hiking this summer and came upon thimbleberries. They're like round, flattened raspberries. The flavour is similar but less tartness. Delicious but I've discovered that everything tastes better during and after a long hike (22K yesterday).

Quilter's picture

(post #32782, reply #3 of 50)

I chose blackberries because I live in an area where they don't grow wild and the ones people plant have absolutely no flavour.  So I find myself remembering how delicious blackberries that grow wild in the southern part of B.C. and on Vancouver Island were and those childhood memories overwhelm me.  Especially the little tiny wild brambles.  So good!  But if I have to choose from berries that are readily available here where I live, then I have to go with raspberries.   Not only are the cultivated ones that are readily available for almost a month at our local farmer's market, but I often pick wild ones along the back roads near our home, and they are unbelievably sweet and delicious.  Very small though.

wonka's picture

(post #32782, reply #4 of 50)

I love them all but blueberries are my first love. In the winter I buy frozen organic blueberries in 30 lb boxes and in the summer I eat them fresh daily.

whatscooking's picture

(post #32782, reply #6 of 50)

I'm with you on the blueberries.  I love that they are a little hard so that they burst in your mouth.  I love them early in the season when they are a little more tart.  I can just eat them by the fistful.   

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Jean's picture

(post #32782, reply #7 of 50)

DH and I just went picking blueberries this morning. The guy is a friend of Rod's granted, but we got almost a pailful for the price we'd have to pay at the grocery store for a pint. I think we'll freeze most of these. IQF them and seal in the vacuum bags.




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whatscooking's picture

(post #32782, reply #8 of 50)

I've never picked blueberries.  Is it hard work?  Are your fingers blue?

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Marcia's picture

(post #32782, reply #9 of 50)

Not Jean, bit it's very hard work. My husband picked all one high school summer. He has no great fondness for blueberries, to this day, but will eat them. It's not so bad if you're picking a few.


The wild Maine blueberries are in a class of their own. Sublime.

Gretchen's picture

(post #32782, reply #11 of 50)

I have picked both wild (tiny) and cultivated blueberries and don't consider it to be hard at all.  EXCEPT that the cultivated ones were at the beach, grown on/in black sand in June and the sand was so hot it burned through my shoe soles!! 
I'd be interested in why Marcia thinks it is hard.  I wouldn't want to do it for a living of course.

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schnitzel's picture

(post #32782, reply #12 of 50)

Not Jean, but I find picking blueberries a pleasure (and no blue fingers) compared to picking thorny caneberries. We have wild blackcap raspberries here; they have a wonderful flavor but can be so painful to pick.


I voted for blueberries. ;·)


Jean's picture

(post #32782, reply #13 of 50)

It's not hard at all.  The bushes are cultivated, and are loaded with berries right now.  The biggest problem is the heat and the mosquitoes.  You tie the pail to your waist with a rope to leave both hands free. It goes quite quickly, and no, your hands don't get stained. My back got a little tired from bending over- we picked on bushes that were more kids sized. :)


Edited to say that I wouldn't want to be at it more than an hour or so. It ceases to be fun after a while.




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Edited 7/12/2006 8:46 pm ET by Jean

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wonka's picture

(post #32782, reply #14 of 50)

It sounds like you were picking from low bush blueberries. If I decide to berry pick I think I'll look for U pick that have high bush blueberries instead. Much easier on the back.

Jean's picture

(post #32782, reply #15 of 50)

These were actually small high bush types.



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mishmish's picture

(post #32782, reply #16 of 50)

Boysenberries!
Picked 10lbs yesterday @ 1.85 per lb
YUM

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Jean's picture

(post #32782, reply #17 of 50)

We never could get them fresh, but at one time we were able to buy canned boysenberries and we just loved them on ice cream. They were soooo good.



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mishmish's picture

(post #32782, reply #18 of 50)

I don't remember ever seeing them growing outside the west coast. Poor winter survival I think. Growing up in OK my mom used to order them, along with raspberries and cherries, frozen from a farm in Oregon .

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wonka's picture

(post #32782, reply #21 of 50)

I'd be in trouble in that case. My back doesn't like prolonged bending.

Syb's picture

(post #32782, reply #28 of 50)

Blueberries have to be some of the easiest berries to pick.  They are firm, so they don't get squooshed between your fingers.  No thorns.  I wouldn't want to do it for a living either, but it's a pleasant way to spend a few hours now and then while listening to a book-on-tape.


We grow blueberries, and have an informal (friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends) u-pick operation.  A group of 4 people picked 78 lbs. yesterday.

Astrid's picture

(post #32782, reply #29 of 50)

I chose raspberries, but now that my blackberries are starting to ripen, I should be changing my vote. Wow, are they good.

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Marcia's picture

(post #32782, reply #30 of 50)

There was no way I could decide between raspberries and blackberries, but blackberries won out in the end. You are fortunate to have your own, since they are always the best.

Aberwacky's picture

(post #32782, reply #31 of 50)

I picked blackberries, too, since most of the others are more spring berries around here.  Blackberries are summer berries to me.


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Marcia's picture

(post #32782, reply #32 of 50)

I used to pick wild blackberries growing on my cousin's farm, when we were little. Nothing was so delicious.


We vacationed in Maine for many summers, and there were raspberries bushes on the proprety we rented. Our son sailed, and they'd pick blueberries for an annual pancake breakfast at the sailing club. Wild blueberries put cultiviated ones to shame, IMO, but I prefer raspberries to blueberries.

Ricks503's picture

(post #32782, reply #49 of 50)

I used to pick wild blackberries growing on my cousin's farm, when we were little. Nothing was so delicious.


I remember doing that as well, and we would get our milk from the farmer next over and would use the fresh cream on the blackberries for breakfast, if there were not enough to make a pie with


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Marcia's picture

(post #32782, reply #50 of 50)

We were selfish and ate the berries we picked all by ourselves. My cousin's father kept a dairy herd, so there was homemade peach ice cream, not for dessert but for a treat. Such a treat, it was, too, on a hot summer's day when two tired and hot little girls came in from all that berry picking.

Marcia's picture

(post #32782, reply #10 of 50)

Are they the small wild type or the larger berries, Jean? I'm only familiar with wild blueberries from Maine, but that doesn't mean they don't grow elsewhere.

Eisje's picture

(post #32782, reply #5 of 50)

I chose "other" for alpine (wild) strawberries. Tiny fragrant things, picked fresh in the forest and eaten by a handful. O how I miss that!

ouzo's picture

(post #32782, reply #19 of 50)

For me, making a choice was like choosing a favorite child.......  But I chose raspberries because I have so many canes planted in my yard and I enjoy every aspect of caring and fussing for them.

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