When I was young my Dad would go out and pick blackberries on his overly cultivated canes out back. He put a lot of time into weeds….some guys went to the bar after work, my Dad spent his in the thorns. Which meant if my Dad got a huge mixing bowl full, my Mom would… Continue reading Seedless Blackberry Jam
Seedless Blackberry Jam
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