Whilst we were pilfering plums from the in-laws at the weekend, we also busied ourselves with collecting as many blackberries from their plentiful supply as we could fit in the ice cream box.
I love picking blackberries - it always reminds me of long bike rides with my dad to our local disused brick kilns.
Returning home with a box full to the brim, I decided to freeze half and cook down the ones that were a bit gnarled around the edges. It was only when they had started to turn to coulis that I remembered that they do like to stain things. Like the wooden spoon. And when it came to straining it through the muslin, hmmmm... ...halloween had come early!