yesterday we went to pick prunelles with our neighbor, in order to make a liqueur out of the stringent, deeply flavored berries. the prunelle fruit is a beautiful blue, like a ripe blueberry, but the prunelle plant is full of thorns like blackberries and raspberries and roses. “you can tell prunelles are delicious,” said jean-luc. “look how hard nature has to work to protect them.”

wild rose thorns

autignac, france