Place the fruit in a bowl. Cover with sugar. Top with fresh cream.
On our farm there was a blackberry patch. It was across the creek that only sometimes had water in it and half way up a hill. In the hot, hot July summer we would take our little buckets and in our cut off jeans and bare feet we would brave the snakes, poison ivy, chiggers and thorns to gather a few of those little black gems. It was very hard to make it back to the house with them as plucking them off the bush and popping straight into our watering mouths was just too tempting. When we did make it back with some blackberries, we enjoyed them with sugar and cream. And, on rare occasions, our mother made a blackberry cobbler.
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