Here they are just called “yummies” because my pioneer boys have been eating them since they started toddling around. That was the best word I had to describe they were edible, tasted good, and were not from the Wal-mart shelf.
Pioneer Papa and I discovered them on the property before the dawn of the little pioneer boys. He would browse and graze while mowing down the top pasture, I would run up in the morning with a colander and collect them to top our fresh waffles. I was tentative at first, not wanting to steal food from the wildlife, but just watched them rot. After that I knew the wildlife had enough to share or another early June preference and so now we just dig into our yummies.
The pioneer boys are now learning to identify the plant before it fruits. Every single night we take our evening hike, our littlest Pioneer boy points, “look mom, yummies” and then mimics picking and shoving them in his mouth. I can’t wait for those little fingers to be stained, for gooey red around his mouth, and best of all, chubby cheeks smiling.