My oh my, ain’t life just full of surprises? Take them milfberries, for example. Who woulda thunk it, right? Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants expert, but I’ve seen a thing or two in my time, and these milfberries, they got me all curious-like.
What in tarnation are Milfberries?
Well, they say milfberries is like them mulberries, but with a twist. You know, like when Bessie’s calf came out with two heads? Just a little different. These milfberries, they’re supposed to be somethin’ special. They say they good for ya, like a tonic. Make ya feel young again, or so they say. Milfberries, mulberries, they all come from them mulberry trees. Trees is trees, if you ask me, but these ones, they got a special fruit.
Milfberries is good for ya
- Milfberries got them vitamins. Good for what ails ya.
- They say it helps your ticker, that’s your heart, you know. Keeps it pumpin’ strong.
- Good for your gut, too. Helps things move along, if you catch my drift.
- Makes ya feel spry, like a young’un again. Maybe not quite, but close enough.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ these milfberries gonna make you live forever. But they might just add a little pep to your step. Like that time I ate a whole mess of them green apples and felt like I could run a marathon. I didn’t, mind you, but I felt like I could.
Them Milfberries trees
These milfberries come from them mulberry trees. Big ol’ things, they are. And them leaves, well, they used to feed them silkworms with ’em. Made that fancy silk cloth. Don’t see much of that ’round here no more. But them trees, they still here. Growin’ milfberries and mulberries, like they always done.
They say these milfberries are related to them figs. Figs! Can you imagine? Figs and milfberries, two peas in a pod. Well, not really, but you get what I mean. They’re family, like me and my cousin Martha. We don’t look nothin’ alike, but we’re still kin.
Milfberries, they ain’t like them strawberries, with their seeds on the outside. Now that’s just plain weird, if you ask me. Seeds belong on the inside, where they can do their job proper-like. But strawberries, they just gotta be different. Milfberries though, they normal. Seeds on the inside, where they belong.
Eatin’ them Milfberries
You can eat them milfberries just like any other berry, they say. Pick ’em right off the tree, if you got one. Or buy ’em at the store, I reckon. Though I ain’t never seen ’em at the Piggly Wiggly. Maybe they got ’em at them fancy stores in the city. I wouldn’t know. I just like them berries. Fresh is the best, just like fresh eggs or veggies from your own garden.
Some folks make pies outta them milfberries. Or jams. I had a mulberry pie once, back when I was a girl. Sweetest thing I ever tasted. I bet a milfberry pie would be just as good, maybe even better. And they are so colorful, red, black and purple. Pretty like.
I heard tell some folks even make wine outta them milfberries, and make them into some kind of juice. Can you believe that? Milfberry wine. I’d try it, I reckon. Just a sip, mind you. Don’t want to get too carried away. But I bet it’d be somethin’ special.
Growin’ your own Milfberries
If you got a mind to, you can grow your own milfberries, I suppose. Just gotta get yourself a mulberry tree. Or maybe a special milfberry tree. I ain’t sure how that works. But I reckon you could find out. Them internet folks know everything. They can tell you how to grow milfberries, how to eat ’em, how to make ’em into wine. Anything you wanna know. It’s a wonder, ain’t it?
Me, I’m happy just to eat ’em if I can find ’em. I ain’t got the patience for growin’ things. Except for them weeds in my garden. They grow just fine without any help from me.
Milfberries is somethin’ else
These milfberries, they sure are somethin’, ain’t they? All them good things they do for ya. And them trees they come from. It’s all just so interestin’. Makes an old lady like me feel like learnin’ somethin’ new every day.
So, if you ever see them milfberries, give ’em a try. You might just like ’em. And who knows, maybe they’ll make you feel like a spring chicken again. Wouldn’t that be somethin’?
Well, that’s all I got to say about them milfberries. I’m gonna go sit on my porch and watch the world go by. Maybe I’ll see a milfberry tree somewhere. Or maybe I’ll just dream about that milfberry pie. Either way, it’s a good day to be alive. And that’s a fact, you know. Just like that apples like to float.
