The immediate areas surrounding my Gparents farm in northern Minnesota had assorted berries at different times of the year and we picked berries from mid summer through early autumn.
Wild strawberries that we picked had much more flavor than the "tasteless" berries found in the stores today....they didn't have the eye appeal of the very large strawberries grown today which are "all show and no taste", but surely were exquisite in taste.
The wild red and black raspberries that we picked for a few weeks were so delicious that my Gmother had to remind me that some should "go home" because of my tendency of too much sampling.
Blueberries were not easy to locate, but we did have our favorite "secret" spots. As w/ strawberries, they req'd a lot of "bending down" which my Gparents didn't like, so I did a lot of the picking. As w/ most of the berries, thick cream was the preferred liquid.
To slightly veer off the topic....hazelnuts were found in abundance and were a "snack food" in between meals. I remember one time of sitting on a log peeling and eating hazelnuts and was joined by a red squirrel who sat beside me and accepted a few hand held nuts.
No wonder this survival farm was my Utopia.....Fred
Wild strawberries that we picked had much more flavor than the "tasteless" berries found in the stores today....they didn't have the eye appeal of the very large strawberries grown today which are "all show and no taste", but surely were exquisite in taste.
The wild red and black raspberries that we picked for a few weeks were so delicious that my Gmother had to remind me that some should "go home" because of my tendency of too much sampling.
Blueberries were not easy to locate, but we did have our favorite "secret" spots. As w/ strawberries, they req'd a lot of "bending down" which my Gparents didn't like, so I did a lot of the picking. As w/ most of the berries, thick cream was the preferred liquid.
To slightly veer off the topic....hazelnuts were found in abundance and were a "snack food" in between meals. I remember one time of sitting on a log peeling and eating hazelnuts and was joined by a red squirrel who sat beside me and accepted a few hand held nuts.
No wonder this survival farm was my Utopia.....Fred