Wild Blackberry Jam

The wild blackberries are small this summer. At least the ones I picked seemed tiny compared to the huge ones I picked as a kid. Those berries were almost as long as my little finger. Of course, my little fingers were also a lot smaller than they are today, so my memory might be colored…
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Patsy’s Strawberry Rhubarb Pie

My brother-in-law Patrick is a pretty darned good cook. Besides teaching Boy Scouts how to bake cakes in the wilds of northern Wisconsin, he turns out some great soups and roasts and bakes a mean strawberry rhubarb pie. When I asked him where he got the recipe, he said I should ask my sister Patsy…
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Jerri’s Cranberry Sauce And Relish

For the past twenty years or so, Jerri and I have been buying ten pounds of fresh cranberries each fall at marshes near Stone Lake. Wisconsin. Cranberries freeze well, so we measure three cups into quart freezer bags and in half an hour have a year’s supply of the luscious fruit. Before that we used…
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Wild Raspberry Jam

When I got back to the cabin from trimming one of the trails, I found a note on the table from Jerri that said simply, “11:20 Gone a-berrying.” Whenever I see that expression I am reminded of Walden. Thoreau wrote in the chapter on “Visitors” that they included “Children come a-berrying.” And in the chapter…
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Etta’s Easy Cobbler

In 1949 my parents bought 76 acres about 4 miles north of Hayward.  The land was a quarter mile west of the Namekagon River.  They could have bought 80 acres on the river for the same price, but my mother was afraid that her children would drown playing in the river and my father liked…
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