Blackberry Cordial

Blackberries always remind me of the stained fingers I’d have after romping in a U-pick farm in Arkansas. We’d often stop there on the way back from Hot Springs, where we would enjoy a free time-share resort vacation orchestrated by my crafty mother (who changed our names slightly each year so they wouldn’t catch on). I wasn’t as interested in the time-share trips as I was in the resort’s pool—and the ride home, when those ebonized treats were to be harvested. We’d baby those berries until