Growing up on a farm in Ohio like I did, there are many words to describe the droppings of animals. One in particular that stands out to me is Gooseberries. The Canadian Geese loved to hang out around our farm and swim in the pond down the road. I remember the road being covered in little black balls and my dad would say “look at all those gooseberries!”
Yesterday I came across a new meaning to this hilarious word. It’s an actual berry!
This tomato wannabe loves the warm air and sunshine (much like myself). From beginnings in Brazil, to Peru and eventually to Southern California, Gooseberries pack a punch of tart/sweet flavor.
To tell they are ripe Gooseberries turn from green to a golden/orange color with a tan outer husk. If planted in your home, be sure they get lots of sunlight and room to spread their vines.
What to do with a Gooseberry you ask? Well I have a couple recipes for you!