I have three dogberry trees in my backyard, plus one overhanging the driveway. The berries are cheery, spectacularly abundant, and edible, but taste AWFUL raw, so I’ve never had much to do with them. But this year I thought I’d give them a try. You’re supposed to pick them after after a hard frost and then freeze them for good measure, just to get the bitterness to break down a little. And then you can make stuff with them. A quick google turned up recipes for jellies, nut loaf, and sweet and sour sauce.
Well, we haven’t had a hard frost yet, but I’m impatient and in possession of a freezer, so in a fit of procrastination from the studio, I grabbed a bowlful. I will try cooking them into something or other at the end of the month.
 Known in parts of the world that are not Newfoundland as mountain ash or rowan. And probably other things as well.
 And then spent some time on the porch with a colander, trying to sift out the earwigs without actually touching the earwigs. There were at least a dozen in there.