I love black raspberries. I love black raspberry cobbler almost as much. My mother would make a cobbler of wild raspberries after every picking during my youth. Thankfully, our berries taste close to those I remember. Close. Childhood memories are often embellished. Then again maybe ours do actually taste better.
Regardless, I am grateful to have this cobbler recipe. It’s simple and is perfect with frozen berries, especially when you have a few lingering around.
Like Mama’s cobbler, it lets the berries do the talking. Here’s to hoping my children are listening and remembering the goodness…not the pruning of brambles on which we are about to embark…as a family…in the cold. I can only imagine the embellishing they will do to those memories.