Why I’m obsessed with squirreling away overripe berries
Honestly, it’s the smell. That deep, jammy scent of overripe blackberries, strawberries turning honeyed, and blueberries with that sweet, earthy unpredictability. It hits you the moment you open the fridge or stumble into the kitchen. I used to toss these softened berries aside, thinking they weren’t good enough for anything. Now I realize they’re the secret ingredient that makes this pie special. It’s about giving a second chance to fruit that somehow goes beyond their peak. That little bit of fermenting juice inside them? Adds a complexity you don’t get from fresh berries. Especially now, in the heat of summer when berries are everywhere but also mangoing on just a little too long. Sometimes the best things come from ignoring the rules.
Pie isn’t about perfection. It’s about catching the moment when berries start whispering that they’re past their best but still hold that sweet, tart promise underneath.
Maybe it’s silly, but I like the idea that this pie is a kind of redemption. For the berries, for me, for those moments when I need something familiar but with a little twist. Storage tip: don’t be afraid of those extra ripe berries. They’re the real star here.
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