I still remember standing in my kitchen, surrounded by twelve empty jars, a pot of ruined mulberry jam scorched to the bottom of my favorite saucepan, and actual tears running down my face. I had spent an entire Saturday morning picking mulberries, my arms stained purple up to the elbows, only to end up with … Read more
I want to tell you about the summer I cried over a colander. It was late June, my white mulberry tree had gone absolutely wild, and I’d spent three full mornings picking berries before work — fingers stained purple, arms scratched, back aching — only to watch the whole gorgeous pile turn into a bubbling, … Read more
I stood in my kitchen staring at a colander overflowing with fresh mulberries — and then I looked at the counter, and the table, and the two bowls I’d already filled that morning. It was peak harvest week, and my tree had absolutely lost its mind. I was thrilled, right up until I realized I … Read more
I stood at my kitchen counter last July staring at an entire colander of mulberries — deep, wine-dark, perfectly ripe mulberries I had spent two hours picking in the summer heat — and watched them turn to mush right in front of me. Not the next day. That same afternoon. I had no idea how … Read more
