|Vietnamese chicken noodle soup (pho)|
|grilled halloumi tikka|
|salmon and blackberry salad with blackberry dressing|
|turkish-style cucumber and tomato soup|
|Goat's cheese and blackberry salad with blackberry vinaigrette|
|wild brambles (about 20 feet from my front door!)|
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots