Willamette Valley wild blackberries. They squish when ripe and burst in your mouth, the dark juice staining your lips and running down your chin. And somehow, I'm always wearing a white shirt when I'm picking them and look like I've been involved in some grisly scene, rather than just gathering berries!
Raspberries are bland, and strawberries are just too ordinary when compared with these black beauties. Unfortunately, they don't ship well, so you'll just have to come to Oregon this summer and taste them...stop by over at Carmi's blog to see who else has posted photos on the edible theme.