Mid-June is always
gooseberry time. Gooseberries are native to Kansas, but they naturally occur in
the woods or at the woods’ edge, where they receive little sunlight and
consequently produce few berries. We never managed to find enough for even one
pie until Dennis transplanted three wild bushes into our yard, where they get
more sun and produce more berries.
Picking gooseberries is
hazardous work because the branches are lined with vicious thorns that draw
blood. My dad used to wear a leather glove to protect the hand he used to lift
the branches, but he never manage to avoid being stabbed a time or two.
Traditionally in our family
we picked all the berries, large and small, on a bush at one time. This year
Dennis decided to pick only the largest berries, leaving the smaller ones to
continue growing. He brings in a few berries every day or two and so far the
little berries are getting larger.
Picking isn’t the only task
involved in gooseberries. Every berry has both a stem and a brown “beard,” the
dried remnant of the blossom, both of which have to be removed.
We used to sit at the table
stemming gooseberries for hours, pinching the stems and beards off with our
fingernails. Arthritis put an end to my participation in that task, leaving all
the work to Dennis. Now, he, too, has arthritic thumbs, so we’ve changed with
the times. We use tiny scissors to trim the stems and beards.
It will take more than
arthritic hands to stop us from enjoying tart gooseberry pies and sauces. We
probably will be harvesting and cooking gooseberries until we die.
For more gooseberry photos
see “Gooseberry Time,” June 14, 2011: http://chickencreekjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/gooseberry-time.html
Copyright
2014 by Shirley Domer
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