Blackberry/Peach Cobbler*
I grew up on a small farm in Knoxville, Tennessee not far from the Smoky Mountains. Directly behind our house was a field that belonged to a neighbor that he had allowed to go fallow. What this meant in practical terms was there was a huge field of blackberries just outside the kitchen door. My father would regularly gather us kids, hand us empty paint cans, and lead expeditions back into the tangle of briars.
