Berries
I've got nothing against blueberries. They're fine. It's just that they're a bit bland and unexciting. As this guy said on the radio the other day, they're "an easy listening fruit".
It was in a programme all about berries. Apparently the industry talks about major berries and minor berries. Major berries would be strawberries and blueberries- possibly raspberries- and minor berries would be everything else. Apparently the only British supermarket that still stocks gooseberries is Booths.
Until quite recently blueberries were exotic. I'm sure I never saw them in the shops when I was a kid. Their success is down to their hardiness; easy to grow (in the right climate), easy to store and transport. Those blueberries in your local supermarket- that have elbowed the minor berries off the shelves- could well have been harvested a month ago. It suited the industry to sell us blueberries, so they marketed them to us as a health-giving superfood. Complete tosh, of course. They're not bad for us, but they're no better than any other fruit. Gah, what saps we are!
I regret the gooseberry. The gooseberry is a wonderful fruit. We had a gooseberry patch at the bottom of our garden. I remember picking them and "topping and tailing" them with a sharp knife and my mother or grandmother baking them into pies and crumbles. The taste is utterly distinctive and the acid makes your eyes water- but in a good way. I want them back. Please Mr Sainsbury, if you're listening, how about clearing the blueberries out of one just one little bin and filling it with gooseberries instead? You stock 'em, I'll buy 'em. Do we have a deal?
It was in a programme all about berries. Apparently the industry talks about major berries and minor berries. Major berries would be strawberries and blueberries- possibly raspberries- and minor berries would be everything else. Apparently the only British supermarket that still stocks gooseberries is Booths.
Until quite recently blueberries were exotic. I'm sure I never saw them in the shops when I was a kid. Their success is down to their hardiness; easy to grow (in the right climate), easy to store and transport. Those blueberries in your local supermarket- that have elbowed the minor berries off the shelves- could well have been harvested a month ago. It suited the industry to sell us blueberries, so they marketed them to us as a health-giving superfood. Complete tosh, of course. They're not bad for us, but they're no better than any other fruit. Gah, what saps we are!
I regret the gooseberry. The gooseberry is a wonderful fruit. We had a gooseberry patch at the bottom of our garden. I remember picking them and "topping and tailing" them with a sharp knife and my mother or grandmother baking them into pies and crumbles. The taste is utterly distinctive and the acid makes your eyes water- but in a good way. I want them back. Please Mr Sainsbury, if you're listening, how about clearing the blueberries out of one just one little bin and filling it with gooseberries instead? You stock 'em, I'll buy 'em. Do we have a deal?

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If I had room to grow things I'd grow myself some minor berries- but I don't.
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What you haven't tasted are huckleberries, a small, wild, prostrate relative of the blueberry that grows here in Virginia. Intensely flavored, they are what a blueberry ought to be but isn't.
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Strangely, I know of bilberries because of the magical research of John Dee and Edward Kelly.
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Historically, I suspect it to be one of the more influential things to come out of the entire affair.
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A wonderful combination of the majestic and the homely.
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Sour little balls of juice that make muffins look as if they have mould growing in them.
I remember eating the sweeter gooseberries uncooked and the way the prickly hairs felt in my mouth!
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We're currently eating our way through a couple of bags of Kentish cherries, bought from a roadside vendor the day before last.
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I used to pick strawberries for a living in summer's gone by. When they were in blue and white,stapled together punnets that followed the whicker ones.
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I've not really had much experience of gooseberries thus far, but K's mum made a gooseberry crumble, which was divine, and a gooseberry fool, which was utterly wonderful.
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When I was growing up we had gooseberry bushes and currant bushes and a range of fruit trees- plum, apple and pear- wonderful!
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I dont think I am ever going to buy stupidlky expensive flavourless crap in plastic boxes withot having some sort of public fit of anarcho-rage.
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My father-in-law's plums will be ready in a month or two. I'm really looking forward to that.
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Are blueberries not the same as bilberries? We used to pick those from the wild when I was a kid and put them into apple pies.
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I don't think bilberries can be the same. According to the radio programme I was listening to blueberries don't grow naturally in the UK- and mostly have to be imported from the Americas.
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Fruit always tastes extra special if you pick it yourself.
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I refuse to buy blackberries in the shops.
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You can't go wrong with gooseberries.
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And yes, there's a world of difference between the big, fat, bland "blueberries" you can get in the supermarkets, and proper wild blueberries.
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We get ours from the local farmer's market for the three or four weeks each year that the picking season here lasts, and mourn the fact that when we lived in Seattle we could get them for almost three months. We used to go to the farm with a friend in early September, as the season wound down, and buy 40-lb boxes for the winter. We'd haul our box home, open it, bag the berries up in quart bags and freeze them. It made about 24 to 26 bags, depending on how many berries we set aside to eat that week. The bags filled our freezer (a little one that was part of the fridge) to the very top, but we had blueberry cobbler and blueberry sauce and blueberry muffins and blueberry pie all winter long, October through February.
I miss living in blueberry country. *sigh*
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