When I was a little girl, I used to go pick wild blackberries with my Daddy. I'd get eaten alive with chiggers, but thinking about this yummy dessert made it all worth it. After we got a big container full, we'd drop some off with my Grandmother for a cobbler, but Daddy would keep at least 2 cups out for the 2 of us. This was our little treat!!! Today when I eat it, I still think of that time with my Daddy. Guess Daddy's girls never really grow up!