My dad would always stop the car on the side of the road in Maine and say, "I smell blueberries." He had a pail ready. Then Mom would bake the wild berries in a cornmeal crust to make this homey tart. —Priscilla Gilbert, Indian Harbour Beach, Florida
After a blackberry-picking trip, my husband and I decided to include a few in a apple pie we were making. It was the best we'd ever tasted! We live near the mountains with our two children. Ingredients for fruit pies grow all around us.
Blackberries are a big crop in my area, so I've made this pretty double-fruit pie many times. I can always tell when my husband wants me to make it because he brings home berries that he picked behind his office. —Linda Chinn, Enumclaw, Washington
My mother made this pie so often she could do it with her eyes closed! We picked the berries ourselves, and the apples came from the trees in our orchard. I can still taste the delicious combination of fruits encased in Mother's flaky pie crust.
This pie is great to serve at church potlucks because it has a memorable taste and look. The citrus tang really goes well with the colorful berries and velvety cream cheese filling. —Taste of Home Test Kitchen
Gail Toepger knows that making dessert doesn't necessarily require heating up her Iron Rodge, Wisconsin kitchen. "This fluffy no-bake treat is simple to fix with gelatin, whipped topping and fresh berries," she remarks. "Or try it with peaches or mandarin oranges and coordinating gelatin flavors."
I THINK BACK to 1942 when I make this dessert. We grew extra large and juicy blackberries that year, and Mother canned 400 quarts.
For years, whenever we went home to visit, Mother brought up jars of blackberries from the cellar and treated us to the best cobblers, jam cakes or jam in the world.
-Dorothy Lilliquist, Brooklyn Center, Minnesota
I took this wonderful tart to school for a potluck. I work with 4th graders, and we typically eat at staggered times, starting with kindergarten and working our way up to 4th grade. By the time I got in the room where we eat lunch, my tart was gone, but there was a nice note telling me how good it was. —Dianna Wara, Washington, Illinois