Nature’s Bounty: Or Why I Can Never Eat Blackberries, Ever Again

I was half raised in the Santa Cruz mountains (pre-meth), playing in dirt, slipping on rock slime in Boulder Creek, and eating deadly nightshade and banana slugs (not at the same time).

So I may be a city girl, but I always felt like I had some country running through my bones. Never more-so than today when, fresh after a summer shower soaked my little piece of land, I went out and cut some squash for dinner. Then I walked around to the side yard, armed with gauntlets and shears, to pick some of the blackberries dripping on the vines.

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Thanks to the neighbors, the smell of dog shit was almost overpowering, but I soldiered on, because I’m tough like that. I filled a bowl with plump, dark fruit, brought ’em in, gave ’em a quick rinse in the sink, and then sat down with my girls to enjoy a wholesome treat. Who needs cookies and candy, I thought, when nature gives us such wild bounty? My heart swelled with pride.

Then I almost bit into a beetle.

Berry Disturbing 2

Seriously. It was an inch from my mouth.

Then Madz found a tiny, yellow spider – now running free somewhere in my house because I wasn’t fast enough.

But I was gonna be cool about it. I am nature mom, hear me roar.

Then, while I sat, recovering from these unexpected encounters, the moist berries began shedding the rest of their inhabitants. Tiny, translucent grubs of unknown genus, mostly.

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I ran to the kitchen with the bowl, the Madness screaming at me not to take her berries away. I stopped, still gagging. I washed them three more times, then spread them out on a plate to inspect.

Grubs are the new sustainable protein, right? The meat of the future?

I handed the berries to the girls and excused myself to go throw up.

Berry Disturbing 4And I can’t help but feel like this chick is laughing at me the whole time.

6 thoughts on “Nature’s Bounty: Or Why I Can Never Eat Blackberries, Ever Again

  1. Hi, hon, you have eaten a ton of bugs since you were knee high to a grasshopper. Fill a pot with water, tablespoon of baking soda, tablespoon of salt and let the berries soak. Lift them from the pot with a slotted spoon, do not pour. Rinse, repeat! Or bake ’em in a pie. No one gets out alive.

  2. Pingback: My Complicated Relationship with Nature | Milk & Whiskey

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