On the way to the praia (beach) today, we passed a big patch of ripe blackberries, so on the way home the citizen got into the briars and came out with a healthy portion for tomorrow mornings smoothie.
Our friend Luisa passed us and said she had picked 1.5 kilos (3 pounds) earlier and made jam, told the citizen where the good patch was. After putting on suitable briar-proof clothing, the citizen went out blackberry pickin or as they call them here, amora preta, black love, good name for them. They are so shiny and black and burst with sweetness like a kiss.
The Citizen, being taller than your average Portuguese had all the amoras pretas Luisa couldn’t reach; he came home with about 2 pounds of the fleeting summer treat. In the stores a tiny little cardboard carton would cost at least 3 Euros…in the States OMG! I don’t even know now.
Once he came home with his sack he kept muttering about where the punnets were. Asking me where was the punnet? Not only did I not know where it was, I had no idea what it was? I was getting a bit annoyed with the entire punnet thing. Another one of the cultural England vs. USA things that keep cropping up. The English have a proper name for those little berry boxes, other than little berry boxes and it is punnet. He sent me a Wiki link to explain it all.
You know you are having a great summer day in Portugal, or where ever you live when you can walk 10 minutes to a wonderful praia and enjoy the mineral filled water, pick blackberries and learn a new word. And tonight we have a Portuguese guitar concert in an old chapel…all gratis (free)!