Blackberry pies.  Steve’s mom had some frozen blackberries, so I made these two pies a few weeks ago.  Every night we had a bowl of blackberry pie and three scoops of vanilla ice cream.  It was so good!  I gained so many pounds.

It wasn’t just the blackberry pies that caused the pounds to pile on my whatever.  It was this too:

Pumpkin bread made out of the home-grown pumpkin that she had cooked and frozen.

We meant to take her some of each.  I don’t know how that happened that neither the blackberries nor the pumpkin made it to her.

A dadgum mystery.