Last week Phill came home from work excited to share what he had harvested from the grounds of his office. Out of his lunch bag he pulled out a small container of mulberries.
Before he came home with fresh fruit to taste, my knowledge of mulberries stemmed from the nursery rhyme we sang as children “Here we go ’round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush…” I had never seen a mulberry, or, frankly, thought much of them.
It turns out that mulberries are delicious. They are almost like a blackberry, but smaller and sweeter. So sweet, that Simon ate them by the fistful, stem and all. Continue reading “Homemade Pound Cake with Whipped Cream & Mulberries”