Great article Sharon and I had already googled the recipe before I got to your link

I don't think I've ever seen or tasted this fruit. Where in the world have I been? I'm wondering if I can find them at our farmer's market.

Loved reading about your memories too

Not sure, Vic, you might be too far south. But if you find them, you taste a few for me!!
Thank you!!

Here in Alabama the two things I miss most of all are lilacs and gooseberries. Gooseberries grew back home in our Northern Michigan woods. As I remember they didn't last long, (or maybe I was finding only a few that the birds left). I never ate them green, and it was quite a challenge to eat them: like juicy grapes covered with thorns.

The juice is the reward you get trying to break the berry open in your mouth despite the thorns!

Great memories, Sharon!

I remember they didn't last very long either, Gloria -- there was only ever one Gooseberry Pudding Pie each spring! And you're right. It's the juice that I still crave.

We share a lot of the same memories, I think!

Not many people left who spent their childhood growing up in wild places. Well -- I guess "wild" has a different meaning these days. I should say wilderness places.

In that sense the Northern Michigan woods, is not that much different than Appalachia, or Eastern Kentucky.

Same time, similar playgrounds, but different places for us.

Few of today's children would know what to do if they were turned loose in a wilderness -- I doubt many of them would think to climb a tree or pick gooseberries.