If they have these at the grocery store I will buy them--it's a given. I cannot resist a bowl of blackberries and my love for them as turned me into a Food Horder.
I love my children and feed them well but let's face it, if I gave them the choice between a bowl of fresh, succulent, perfectly ripened blackberries and a bowl of Lucky Charms, they'd take the Lucky Charms. People like that don't deserve blackberries. Not that that would stop them from trying to get some of my precious berries--if food is going down they're there with their mouths open like a bunch of baby birds begging for a worm. If you don't believe it, just watch them when the Samples Ladies come out in Costco--they could be serving cream of asparagus waffles and my kids would be there, hands out, ready for a taste. Serve it in a cup and tell them it's free and suddenly they're starving.
So I buy these beauties on the sly, hiding them under the bread in the cart when the kids aren't looking, and eat them in my bedroom with the door locked. One . . . at . . . a . . . time.
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