I’m not sure, but I may have a teeny-tiny obsession with blackberries, raspberries, & blueberries. When I see them on sale at a good price, I scoop them up & toss them in the freezer for future baking expeditions. Growing up in Arizona, we didn’t have the luxury of wild berry patches like many of you, & I really don’t remember Mom baking with them either. I’m not sure why she didn’t, maybe it was being frugal, or perhaps it was living out in the country, the closest (not very close) grocery stores weren’t stocked with all of the freshest & finest items like we have access to today. I’m sounding old. Damn.