It's dewberry time. Dewberries are similar to blackberries, but better. They are bigger and juicier. They grow on vines that run along the ground in the woods and edges of fields. They come our earlier than blackberries. Years ago they grew in abundance in the ditch across the road from us. They no longer grow there since the field is mowed frequently now.
Not to worry. I've found a 'honey hole' in the woods behind the henhouse. I noticed all the white flowers and made a mental note to check back in a few weeks. I'm glad I did. Tricia and I walked back there yesterday with quart-sized yogurt containers. In three shakes of a billy goat's tail, we had them filled up and were walking back to the house. Here's a sneak peek at what dewberries look like:
I have a weakness for pies, so I was thinking homemade dewberry pie would be a nice dessert for Sunday after church with some coffee. Tricia was thinking about making a homemade dewberry tart. Well, I like them both. I'm not gonna sit here and split hairs about which one is better. Bright and early Sunday morning, the wife began making the dough and putting together the dewberry tart. Doesn't that look nice?
After folding up the edges, she began applying an egg wash to the sides of the crust.
And then, yes, you can't forget to sprinkle some sugar on the edges...
This tart is so fresh. Those dewberries slept in the field last night.
Speaking of fresh. Here's the dewberry tart, fresh out of the oven.
We sliced that up and served homemade goat-milk ice cream on top. So good! I'll be checking the woods for more dewberries in a couple of days. When picking there were some that were still red that will be ripening in a day or two. We'll pick more and maybe make a pie or use them in a smoothie.
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