Blackberry season has arrived, meaning a rich sharpening for a roast pork and a sweet sauce for buttery peaches
The persistent bramble that appears from the old garden wall refuses to fruit, which makes its annual appearance all the more irksome. Blackberries have previously fruited well on the damp, shaded side of this garden, tied on to rusty frames, as juicy as they were reliable. But the haul was never quite enough to justify their presence and they lost out to a flirtatious Hydrangea paniculata. One of the problems of a small urban garden is working out how to use the limited space. Enough fruit for one pie per year does not guarantee something a home.
Pork and blackberries is a winning mix. Filming it for TV sent my hands purple for a week
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