re: Finding a ripe berry patch is one of life's little pleasures.

There was a two acre berry patch near me growing up. One of my friends, Tommy, got bit on his foot by a copperhead and he lost a toe from it. From then on, we were really careful, but my mom would make jams and jellies with the gallons we'd pick.

In honor of Tommy, we called her jam Tommy's Toe Jam. A little inside joke in our family.