$8.00
Out of stock
Description
“When I was a child, I used to raid an enormous stand of wild blackberry bushes behind a potting shed across the road from my Grandma, Nell. I could not eat enough of them.”
“The first time that I came in with my face painted with blackberry juice, she was horrified and thought I had poisoned myself. I ran out laughing, and brought her back some tied in a handkerchief.”
“She pulled a bucket from a metal cabinet on the side of her kitchen and instructed me to fill it up. From those berries, she whipped together this jam, along with a pie and syrup.”
– Jennifer, Nell’s Granddaughter & Ellie’s mother
