I think it was in 2020 that someone showed us where the blackberries are. In a field along one of the local narrow roads, the road I walk to reach the trail up into the mountains, a field I had passed by frequently in 2017, 2018, 2019 and never considered that the berries might be... Continue Reading →
Blackberry pie: late summer foraging and Norwegian allemannsretten
The school year began with two weeks of rain. We bustled to class under umbrellas, hiked through spattering mist, scraped mud from our boots and ran the shoe-drier nonstop. "Summer's over," we said. The moment we returned to Norway, fall began. But somehow the last week of August, the sky cleared. The mist that always... Continue Reading →