The other day, Jake, Thomas, Laura & I decided to endure denim in the sweltering heat all in the name of blackberries. The great, feral prickle bush that had at some point in the dim past decided our creek bed would be a good place to take root was practically groaning under the weight of the scrawny purple fruit, daring us to risk the outer layer of skin for it.
Challenge accepted.
Needless to say, we picked everything within reach. Half an ice-cream container full later and the sun beggining to set, the conversation began of just what we were going to do with our meagre though magnificent harvest.
Eventually, we settled on a pie. >>
Best. Damn. Pie. Ever! .... Yeah, take that Twilight fans! I'ma EAT THE HERO Mwahahahaa! ...Guess what I'm having for leftovers? XP
Fiend of the refrigerator,
Lemmy :)
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