Yesterday I discovered what a huckleberry was, having picked almost a gallon of them in the mountains with my husband and his extended family.

It was a glorious time. We brought our little Smokey Joe and grilled some bratwursts there, and had smores around the campfire after dark. Yes... we did bring the hand-crank ice cream maker and yes, it was delicious. The stars in the sky were innumerable.

And these are cows that we saw on our way to Mt. Adams where said huckleberries were picked. There were about 50 more cows in a line facing the same direction (not coming in for food or anything... just standing there), but I don't have a wide angle lens to prove it.
Hmmm... I wonder what a gooseberry is.
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My husband would be shocked that you don't know! Gooseberry pies and jam are among his favorite indulgences, though not often found around here. He swears that in the next few years we are going to buy a few bushes and grow them ourselves. If that happens, I'll find a way to send some across the country!
-Christine W. in PA
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