Or the raspberries.
Or the asparagus.
Or the . . . ok, really, if my mom would have grown tacos and pork burgers in her garden, I would have been a MUCH happier camper.
Now, of course, I'm in love with blackberries, and I kick myself that I didn't pop them off the vine and chow down on them more as a kiddo.
Yes, now I love them so much I could even eat them on, well, shoot, tacos and pork burgers.
But if that's a bit much for you, I'd recommend covering a cracker in goat cheese -- that delicious, creamy stuff you can't eat while pregnant . . . sob -- plopping one of those giant, juicy blackberries on top and drizzling a little honey over top.
My farmer says to go lighter on the goat cheese so it doesn't overpower the berry. I respond, "You seem to be implying that one can eat too much goat cheese. Recomputing."
Some day, when we get to where we're going, I'm planting some blackberry bushes.
And some raspberry bushes.
And even asparagus.
And maybe starting a goat dairy. Because goat cheese is just that good.
No tacos required.
(But don't think for a second that I won't still arm wrestle you for the pork burger.)