Wild Berries Galore!

While Maine is know for their wild blueberries, New Hampshire sure has their fair share. Last week my good friends and I headed up the mountain to check on how the wild blueberries were coming. Of course we brought bowls with us just in case there were some ready. You can imagine our delight when right as the trail ended at the top of the mountain all around us was a sea of blueberries. We got right to picking and before we knit it this is what we had. About 17 cups each! of the sweetest blueberries you ever did taste.


And to top off the evening of picking and chatting, we were greeted by a gorgeous full moon! It was magical! And if the bugs weren't beginning to feast on us we probably would have stayed and watched take its place in the sky. Good thing we didn't stay too long, the hike back down through the forest was a little dark.



Just a few days later the girls and I were out for a walk and came across a large patch of wild black raspberries. Of course we had to run home for a bowl and some long sleeves and pants. The prickers can be nasty.

It didn't take long to have about eight cups of the delicious little berries.

Lots of wild berries in the house has meant lots of baking and such. We of course had to make blueberry jam and pancakes. Then there is this divine double berry bread which was actually triple berry(wild blueberries, red raspberries and black raspberries) bread this time. The recipe makes two loaves, but one was gone before I could get my camera out. We also make this fabulous strawberry rhubarb cobbler! My husband declared that this was as good if not better than apple crisp. A huge compliment considering apple crisp is his all time favorite. I know we will be making it again. I may try to come up with a peach & blueberry version using the topping recipe.

I am still wanting to put up a bunch of blueberries and some black raspberry jam, and of course the girls are begging for blueberry muffins and more double berry bread, so you can bet we will be heading back up the mountain soon and peeking at the black raspberry patch each time we walk by.