I grew up in a valley half an hour south of Seattle that at one point was farmland. It was hard to find anything that didn't like the soil, so of course blackbe

I grew up in a valley half an hour south of Seattle that at one point was farmland. It was hard to find anything that didn't like the soil, so of course blackberries loved it. The entire back fence of the half acre or so lot was covered in blackberries that we'd have to hack back every year. As a result, we had some of the biggest best tasting blackberries I've ever had. Unfortunately, I wince every time I see a little tiny thing of blackberries at the farmers market for $7. I know there's economic reasons for it to be this way, but it sucks paying money for something I know grows out of the ground for free somewhere else.