Step
one: after eating delicious sandwiches, take a trip with your friend
Larry to Lion's Bay. While he and your boyfriend jump from ridiculous
heights into the freezing pacific, you pick blackberries by the train
tracks. Wear a cute dress for whimsical effect. Ignore the thorns,
thorns are not whimsical.
Later, after nursing your scratch wounds, buy some puff pastry. I accidentally bought the little pre-cut puff cups, but you could just roll out the regular flat sheets for a full sized pie. Sprinkle with sugar and toss in the oven to pre-bake for a while. Then throw half the blackberries in a pot with a lot of sugar. Like a lot. Wild blackberries are tart, to say the least. Mush them up until you reach a substance that could be described as a compote.
Later, after nursing your scratch wounds, buy some puff pastry. I accidentally bought the little pre-cut puff cups, but you could just roll out the regular flat sheets for a full sized pie. Sprinkle with sugar and toss in the oven to pre-bake for a while. Then throw half the blackberries in a pot with a lot of sugar. Like a lot. Wild blackberries are tart, to say the least. Mush them up until you reach a substance that could be described as a compote.
Take the puff cups out just after
they pouf, but before they start to brown. Pull out the cup tops with
a fork and save them for a little snack later. Spoon in compote, top
with a few whole berries, and pop back in the oven until they're
golden brown. Be sure to try one while they're still scalding and
burn off a few of your taste-buds.
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