Here in the south, we are all about cobblers. Fresh peach, blackberry, dewberry, blueberry, even chocolate cobblers. My all time favorite cobbler was a dewberry cobbler made by my grandma Mercer. Dewberries grow on trailing, bramble vines located close to the ground. Grandma would always warn us to be careful while we were berry picking. Not only from the brambles, but from dreaded snakes. It seems snakes like to shade themselves under the vines. Luckily for me, I never met a snake while dewberry picking! We would gather our juicy berries in metal bowls until we could find no more or until our bowls were full. Berry picking was a chore we happily accepted because we knew what was to come. Later in the day, we would smell the delicious aromas wafting from the oven as a fresh dewberry cobbler bubbled away. We eagerly awaited the moment when Grandma would place the dewberry cobbler on the table! Grandma also made batches of dewberry jelly which we enjoyed year round. Such a w
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