I grew up in the redwood forest of northern California. As a child I would spend countless hours running around and playing in the woods. In the summertime there was always a bounty of wild blackberries that I could pick. First thing in the morning I would wash out a milk jug and head out to collect as many blackberries as I could. After a long day of berry picking I would return home sweaty, scraped up, and stained purple. Never-the-less I was carrying my full gallon of blackberries.
Every kid that I knew had a different preference for how they consumed their harvest, and my favorite was my Mother’s Cobbler. Though she never actually used a recipe for her blackberry cobbler, I have, over the years, come up with my own version. This recipe is as always a suggested guideline. If you feel like adding a splash of grand marnier or using different berries, it’s up to you. Enjoy!
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