Blackberry Sage Jam Story and Recipe on the Driscoll’s + Berry Coupon Giveaway

Driscoll's Blackberries

Back in the spring, I had a really fun (albeit brief) trip to California thanks to the folks at Driscoll’s berries (I wrote about the trip and all the berry tidbits I learned here). When I got back home, they asked if I’d be willing to write a post and recipe for their blog, featuring some of their berries. Because blackberries are one of my true fruit loves (I well and truly gorged myself on them when I was in Portland a week ago), I wrote about my childhood, picking blackberries in an open field near our house and going home to make jam with my mom. The post and recipe are now live on Driscoll’s site.

making blackberry jam

Because Driscoll’s is all about sharing the berry love, they’re hosting a little giveaway with me here today. I have five sets of berry coupons valued at $15 a piece to give away to away to my readers. Here’s how to enter:

  1. Leave a comment on this post and share your favorite berry memory. Any memory will do!
  2. Comments will close at 11:59 pm east coast time on Friday, August 9, 2013. Winners will be chosen at random (using and will be posted to the blog on Sunday, August 11, 2013.
  3. Giveaway is open to US residents.
  4. One comment per person, please. Entries must be left on the blog, I cannot accept submissions via email.
Disclosure: Driscoll’s is providing the berry coupons for this giveaway. What’s more, they are paying me for the blog post and recipe I developed for them. However, all my opinions remain my own. 

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319 Responses to Blackberry Sage Jam Story and Recipe on the Driscoll’s + Berry Coupon Giveaway

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    Kim Stewart says:

    My favorite berry memory is when I was 5 or 6 picking strawberries at my grandmother’s. She had a large plot at the back of her yard and I so vibrantly remember the angle of the sun, the warmth of late spring and the juiciness of the berries! This spring I was reminded of it when I picked berries from my own strawberry garden, a 4×4 raised bed. When I made my jam from those berries, honey sweetened and with Pomona pectin, I thought how proud she would be since I am the only grandchild of the seven who grows any of her own food and the only one who preserves food.

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    Mary says:

    My friend Dana and I would sneak out into the raspberry patch my mom had in the back of our yard at night when she’d sleep over in the summer. My mom had strict rules about when the berries could be picked. She caught us one night and yelled out her bedroom window, “Dana and Mary, get out of the raspberries!!”

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    Katie H. says:

    My childhood home’s neighbor has a fantastic raspberry patch. I should qualify that I mean fantastic by southwestern standards, but still pretty slim compared to my Washingtonian’s relatives’ patches. Nonetheless, when they’d leave town, my siblings and I would get to “garden sit,” which meant picking raspberries until the sky was dark. Ooh, how I loved it.

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    amy says:

    Love the idea of blackberry and sage together; your jam looks great!

    Hailing from the Pacific Northwest, I can’t get over how people actually pay money for blackberries in other parts of the country! We used to pick them all over our neighborhood growing up, as they’re a noxious weed that takes over vacant spaces. Our trick to keep the fragile berries from getting squished was to pick them & place on a cookie sheet in a single layer, then freeze them the same way and bag up later.

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    Katrina says:

    I grew up in a freshly developed suburban area of central Ohio, at a time when small wooded areas still bordered our neighborhood. Straying from the bike path and walking along the railroad tracks we’d discover wild raspberry bushes, not yet ripe. Returning later to pick them was a wonderful adventure.

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    Karen says:

    We had tons of blackberry bushes at the home where I grew up. Late summer you could smell the blackberries in the warm sun. To this day, whenever I smell that wonderful smell of blackberries warming in the afternoon sun it takes me right back to my summers as a kid.

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    Janelle says:

    My favorite berry memory is showing my daughter how to pick wild wineberries for her first time. I had found a patch in the suburban neighborhood where we moved to, and neighbors were driving by slowing and wondering what we were doing in “the weeds.” When we walked home I served them to her over a split biscuit with a little milk and sugar. She enjoyed them so much, and it was a great first foraging experience!

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    Will says:

    A berry memory? I can picking blueberries in Maine and gorging on strawberries at a u pick. But the best is a photo of a very young me with a very purple face and hands.

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    Lori says:

    I’ve gone berry-picking the past few years, at a local U-Pick Farm, and it’s such a lovely experience! It’s so quiet out in the country. All you hear are the birds chirping and the faint sound of a distant train horn now and again. The berries are so fresh and the cost per pound of the berries is very reasonable. I pick enough to stock the freezer for a year!

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    Irina says:

    Berry-related experience differs so much from country to country. I grew up in Ukraine (part of Soviet Union at that time). The produce was seasonal and berries often came from the woods if you happened to live in a wooded area. The most precious were wild strawberries – fragrant, tiny, and so delicious! They were sold at the markets in tiny cups, expensively. I cannot find exactly wild strawberries in States but I”m growing their nearest cousin, alpine strawberries, in my community garden. They are ever-bearing, so I collect a few every day and freeze to make jam later.

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    Molly O says:

    Picking salmonberries right near our house with my mom and our friends as little kids. Salmonberries grow so thick and are so big and juicy in Kodiak that my mom would carry a 5 gallon bucket and we would all dump our little #10 cans into it when they were full!

  12. 312
    Beth Kenneth says:

    Sliding in under the deadline in hopes of a coupon! My husband will probably eat the fruit before I can can it, but I keep trying!

  13. 313
    Liz says:

    My mom making vast quantities of raspberry jam.straining it through a pair of nylon stockings, sealing the jars with wax. I promise not to do it that way.

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    Catherine B says:

    Picking strawberries in Oxnard, CA with my mom. Or eating, really. I guess some of hers made it home, but mine never did. When I got older, we’d buy them from this nice family that sets up a stand near our house. Every berry would be perfect, so we’d have to eat the right away. We’d get a flat and gorge ourselves on the berries, then toss the remainder with some sugar and have strawberry shortcake for days.

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    Anna Dhody says:

    I used to love making home made jam, now I love using berries to make healthy baby food for my one year old son. He loves blueberries, blackberries and strawberries!

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    Betty says:

    Every summer, my sister and I picked fat juicy blackberries that grew wild on our farm. The sweetest ones were the ones buried deep in the shade under the thorny canes. We always ended up full of scratches and chigger bites, but we had plenty of berries for cobblers and jam. 🙂

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    Diana says:

    Growing up in Michigan, we had a cottage “up-North.” I remember picking buckets of tiny wild strawberries every June and hauling them back to make a strawberry pie. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sticky!

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