There is an unwritten rule in the Broadbent family...that is, to be a TRUE Broadbent you must love this fruit:
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Do you know what they are? Yup, boysenberries. For those of you who are saying "what in the world is a boysenberry?" it is a mix between a blackberry and a raspberry. Phil grew up eating them and has been so excited to watch them grow in our backyard.
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My Father-in-Law has also been consistent in asking how the berries are growing, so I'm sure the pictures will make him a bit jealous (they live in Houston and can't grow them there).
Now, what to make with them...pie, cobbler, jam, ice cream? Hmmm, so many options.