The blackberries I don't want are the suicidal ones. The kamikaze berries that leap off the vine and fall into my hand or onto the ground. The ones that can not bear to be attached to that prickly harness one more second.
Those berries are suspect to me. I don't like how eager they are to be trod upon or eaten.
I like the ones that take a little bit of a tug to free. The ones that have a bit of a tartness to them.
I am going to drown them in sugar anyway, so tart is okay.
The soft jumpers are no good. They feel bad in my hand, I can only imagine how awful their texture will be in my mouth.
No thanks. I'll stick to the berries that want to live. Having to fight a little to get them makes them taste all that much better!