Lazy Blackberry Morning Buns

Blackberry season is glorious. I love it so much because we have wild blackberries everywhere here, so whenever I have a hankering for blackberries, I can always count on being able to pick a bunch with my own two hands.

Blackberry bushes have taken over the back roads that are just s short walk away from our house, so when Cole and I head out for our evening walks in August, we are sure to grab a big bowl to carry along with us to fill with those juicy purple beauties. We make a game out of who can pick the most blackberries, and end up coming home with a full bowl in a matter of twenty minutes.

Usually we enjoy a fresh juicy handful with some vanilla ice cream, and then I freeze the rest for future baking adventures. They are an especially exciting freezer find during the fall and winter months long after all of the fresh summer berries have disappeared.

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Whenever my mum and I get together for a little mother-daughter baking sesh’, we can’t help but reminisce on all of our past baking expeditions. It’s so much fun for us to remember all of the Lazy Saturdays, Sunday afternoons, Christmas mornings, and after-school evenings we spent cramped together in our tiny –albeit very dysfunctional – kitchen,┬ábaking up a storm and laughing the time away.

We shared so many special moments in that kitchen, so nowadays whenever we get to spend precious time together in her kitchen, it’s hard for all of them to not come rushing back to us.┬áLike the time our broken oven door collapsed on my moms arm just as she was pulling a bubbling homemade blueberry pie out of the oven, which subsequently let her to drop the pie flat on the floor? (okay – so this is funny to think about now, but at the time it was just plain devastating) Or how about the time we tried to make a model of Neptune for my science project out of homemade blue Rice Krispie squares and ended up absolutely covering the kitchen. (and ourselves) in blue, sticky, marshmallowy mess? By the end of this Neptune, Rice Krispie debacle we were laughing so hard at ourselves we could barely stand.

As our time together in her kitchen grows less and less frequent due to our diverging schedules, we always make sure to basque in the memories whenever we do get the chance to bake together these days. However, I think these next few months are going to be particularly full of baking nostalgia because my parents recently sold my childhood home, and come January 2016, they will be officially moved out and we will no longer be baking in her old little kitchen. I know it seems silly to have such an emotional attachment to something like a dysfunctional kitchen, but that cramped little kitchen is home to some of the memories that I cherish the most about my childhood. I would be totally lying if I said I wasn’t completely heartbroken that we will now have to say goodbye to our little kitchen – it’s not going to be an easy goodbye for my mum and I.

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