The blackberry is summer's perfect vegetable. Sweet, black, and able to defend itself with coiling arms beset with spikèd thorns and thornicious points, it is a son of a bitch. To reach the plump cluster-blobs of good black berries, you must fight and reach and yelp and curse. And this is why I love the blackberry, because it rewards only the persistent idiot.Now I shall make jam.
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