Blackberries and heavy cream. The taste of summer.
There are many reasons that I own a Jersey milk cow, and this right here is one of them. Seems a silly thing to feed and milk a cow twice daily for two tablespoons of heavy cream on a bowl of blackberries a couple times a year but you do what you have to do!
As a kid we picked gallons of blackberries. Dad would head out to check the cattle and we would all pile in the truck with plastic buckets and pruning shears. We would chop our way into the thicket of brambles along the pasture and pick for an hour or so. Every. Night. Mom made jam and froze the whole berries for winter. It was hot and murderously scratchy work – and our nightly reward was a bowl of berries with a bit of sugar. If we were milking a cow we would go to the fridge, open the milk jar and scoop off a dollop of the heavy cream of the top. So thick it folds into leathery pleats as the spoon skims the top, this cream is the food of the gods.