Are Beautyberry Edible?

The other day the neighbor was asking me if beautyberries were edible, because he’d like to apply the good neighbor gardening rule. I actually hadn’t thought about what the American beautyberries were edible or not and had to look this fact up. Now that I’ve gone to the trouble of looking it up, I thought I would share this small snippet of information for any other gardeners who may be growing beautyberries and their landscape.

Are American native plant edible?

American beautyberries are an American native plant and are edible and can be used in any number of recipes including muffins, cupcakes, jams and preserves, pie, and wine, among other things.

 When are American beauty Barry edible?

The American beauty Barry becomes edible in late summer and early fall when they have reached their full mature purplish color. The American beautyberry is known by several names among them are French mulberry, sourbush, bunchberry, and purple beautyberry.

Quote – Inconstancy

The world is full of inconstancy; its friendship ceases the moment there is no advantage to be expected from us.


Making Yogurt in the Kitchen: A Home Cook’s Guide

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Making Yogurt in the Kitchen is a home cook’s how-to guide for making, using, and caring for yogurt at home. This is an essential self-sufficiency guide for homemade yogurt in its various types and forms, including Greek yogurt, Australian yogurt, Villi yogurt, Kefir yogurt, Ayran yogurt, Yakult yogurt, and Icelandic Skyr yogurt.

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Poetry – April

Emblem of life, see changeful April sail
In varying vest along the shadowy skies,
Now bidding Summer’s softest zephyrs rise,
Anon recalling Winter’s stormy gale,
And pouring from the cloud her sudden hail:
Then smiling through the tear that dims her eyes,
While Iris with her braid the welkin dyes,
Promise of sunshine not so prone to fail.
So, to us sojourners in life’s low vale,
The smiles of Fortune flatter to deceive,
While still the Fates the web of misery weave,
So Hope exultant spreads her airy sail,
And from the present gloom the soul conveys
To distant summers and far happier days.

— Henry Kirke White.