Every year, Tygh and I watch the coming and going of blackberry season here in Seattle with a little bit of awe. Nearly everywhere you look - along freeways, backyards, park perimeters, shopping malls - there are these indigenous blackberry plants which, for a weeks every summer, offer up the most amazing, sweet, juicy blackberries.  And every year, while looking at $8 containers of the hard black nuggets you often find at the grocery, Tygh and I say how we are going to go pick those goddam things and, like, eat em all.