We’ve had these “Bahraini berries” several times, but never knew what they were. They look like blackberries, but the darkest ones are low acidity (more of a flat, sweet taste) and the red ones are tart and sour. The farmer’s market was promoting this weekend as a “berry festival” and as the boys were in the petting zoo, Josh and I noticed these trees.
These are the berries. I didn’t know berries ever grew on trees.
the farmer’s market is held on the grounds of the botanical garden — we had wandered into the fruit tree section. They weren’t labeled, but we began to suspect they were mulberries, even though the only ones we had had before were white and dried (in Turkey). A google search on the way home confirmed that they are mulberries.
berries and palms . . . not commonly seen together
The market was slammed today. There were people everywhere and no berries in sight (except for the ones the kids ate off of the trees).
We had made our way past all the vendors when I saw a guy with a wheelbarrow of these styrofoam flats of berries — we pushed through the mob of people and grabbed one of the last ones for around $10. Success!
Yum!
That was a sour one!
Caleb and Camille sat and ate berries while we waited in line for our favorite farmer’s market food: the fried dough balls covered in date syrup. Caleb had to fend off people who wanted to buy his berries: “They aren’t for sale.”
My blondes with berry stained faces captured quite a crowd of attention and photographers. Everyone is really nice and I don’t mind them taking photographs.
Like this adorable little girl in an abaya and hijab with her camera.
The line was long for our doughnuts — Caleb started weaving palm frond crosses (learned in Friday School this past week) to kill time in between bites of berries.
This cute girl told Caleb “don’t forget me when you go to America. I will come with you.” And she asked him to hold up the peace sign like she was doing while her friend snapped photos of them.
Josh finally at the front of the line
Yum!
As one Bahraini man asked: “Were they worth the wait?” Yes, they were.