
I came to love gooseberries as a small child toddling along at my grandmother's side on western Puget Sound. She only had two small bushes and so the wee bit of jam they produced was a real treat for us. Sigh... I've rarely seen or even heard these tart, but divine, berries mentioned since those long ago days.

On our recent road trip to Minnesota, my sister happened upon - yes! - two small gooseberry bushes growing in the cemetery at the church where grandma had been baptised in 1889. Gooseberries have been on my mind ever since, I found some at a produce stand in the Skagit Valley today, and now I shall go make a tart!
I love gooseberries too ~ we had two bushes and were sent out each year to "pick" for a day or two. The reawrd being the mostwonderful "gooseberryfool"!
ReplyDeletenext year... even if it KILLS me... i'm gonna find gooseberry bushes to plant along with some blueberries :) gooseberryfool... the name rings a bell. i bet grandma or mom made it when i was small!
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