blackberrries

In front of my meme's house, there was a blackberry bramble. Meme was my father's grandmother. She spoke French and a few words of English. We would pick berries in the morning, and she would make crepes. Her crepes are legendary in our family, they are the standard by which all other crepes are judged. She expected us to eat at least 2. We would fill them with fresh blackberries, a bit of brown sugar, and drizzle maple syrup over the top. If we would slow down in our eating meme would tap our plate with her fork "mange, tout, tout" ("eat, all, all"). I think of her in the summer, when I eat blackberries in my morning yogurt.