During the Stage 13 walk, I noticed blackberry canes running wild and plump with glistening black berries. Fruiting blackberries grew rampant on the sides of the roads. On my return trip to Blackmans Bay from Pearson’s Point, I sampled the odd juicy berry; they were sufficiently sweet to enjoy but sufficiently tart to add sugar in the cooking if wished.
My thoughts flew to hot blackberry pies. I imagine as you read this that, if you have known such leasure, you are licking your lips and savouring the memories of their deliciousness.
As I walked, I considered how easy it would be to make a pie.
For Hobart locals, I thought you should buy a pack of frozen puff pastry on the way home from work or wherever. Throw it into the fridge, grab your pie dish, jump in the car or take a bus then travel through Blackmans Bay and onto the Tinderbox Road. When you have passed the intersections with Wells Parade and Suncoast Drive, the next road left is the Treatment Plant Road. Drive/walk down this road until you reach the Dog Exercise Reserve. Walk to the left of the enclosure just a few metres and all along the path are easily accessible blackberries ready to be picked. Fill your pie dish. Alternatively you can continue driving up Tinderbox Road and stop wherever you see the multiglobes of these very ripe berries.
When you get back home, if you wish, sprinkle with sugar to taste. Place a slab of puff pastry over the dish. Make some fancy holes with the fork tines to let the steam rise away from the pie so the pastry becomes crisp, then place in a preheated oven and bake around 200 degrees until the puff pastry has risen and turned a golden colour. I know some people eat their portion of blackberry pies neat, while others scoop icecream or pour cream over the dish.
Nowhere did the berry bushes seem as if they had been sprayed with pesticides. I talked with a local woman who was picking berries off the fence line at her property and she was confident none had been sprayed. I suffered no ill effects from eating them.
If you are a reader who has never seen a blackberry, here is a photo:
Please tell me if you are now inspired to make a blackberry pie, if you live somewhere close to fruiting blackberry bushes.
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie…Wikipedia tells us that in the 16th century they actually put live birds in the pie.
But it’s 22 Magpies up north today.
Is that any different from live crayfish/lobsters being plunged into boiling water or alternatively gradually being heated alive in hot water, to cook them as we do now. Barbarism reigns! And thanks for reminding me about my favourite AFL footy team being here on Tasmanian soil (is it the first time in the history of the Collingwood club?). ‘Carn the pies!’ I will yell tonight. Had thought I might go up to Launceston for the game tonight, but glad I didnt because of the unexpected commitments today.