Garden grown blackberry crumble

It’s that time of year again, the time when beautiful little blackberries start popping up in abundance in Irish hedgerows.


Luckily, they seem to be making a staggered appearance around The Glen House garden, giving us plenty of time to pick them. Just to note, we’re not picking them all, there are PLENTY left for the birds!


So this week I’ve decided to bring a blackberry and pear crumble to Angie’s place for Fiesta Friday.


My favourite crumble recipe is from Rachel Allen’s book Bake! It adds oats to a traditional crumble mixture to give it a really crunchie texture. This is my version…..


400g blackberries
2 pears
150g plain flour
75g butter CHILLED
25g porridge oats
75g soft brown sugar


Place the flour in a large bowl, add in the butter and using your fingertips rub it in until it resembles coarse bread crumbs. Then add in the sugar and oats and combine (I used a spoon, so that I wouldn’t warm the butter up).


Lay the blackberries and chopped up pear in a 1 litre pie or oven dish, then sprinkle with the crumble mixture.


Bake in a preheated oven at 180 degrees for 30-40 minutes until golden brown on top.


I served mine with greek yogurt, but custard or icecream would be just as yummy!


I stumbled upon a poem by the wonderful Irish poet Seamus Heaney that sums up this time of year….

Blackberry Picking
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for picking.
Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn’t fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.


Melissa xx


48 thoughts on “Garden grown blackberry crumble

  1. Beautiful! I was given a gift of homemade blackberry jam this morning and can’t wait to use it. I used to love picking them when I was young but all the bushes are gone now. Must take a drive out to the country and look for some to make this crumble.


  2. Melissa, I so wish you and I were neighbors.I’d be over right now with a jumbo bucket to stock up on some of these delicious looking blackberries. You’d get sick of me lol

    This crumble looks great- perfect summer dessert.Thanks for sharing at this week’s FF 🙂


  3. This crumble looks absolutely delicious, Melissa. My blackberry bushes are about 2 weeks from sweet perfection, but I’ll definitely be giving your recipe a try once they are ripened and ready. Thanks for sharing your recipe!


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  5. that looks great! and with some clotted cream.. chilled… oh yeah! funny i was at ballymaloe when Rachel Allen was there with her kids in the pool .. she left her raybans behind and we handed them into reception.. they were fakes!!


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  7. What a beautiful blog! I enjoyed my visit but I can’t stay any longer because you have made me hungry. I am going to bake cookies but wish it was your blackberry crumble- looks delicious!


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