I don't even live in Saskatoon

. . . but I did for a little while. A couple of years. Generally a pretty little city. But with some problems, which I will not speak of here, yet.

Saskatoon pie, however, I have enjoyed for much of my life. Saskatoons are a berry that grows all over the Canadian prairie. (They call them Service Berries in some places.) A berry used to make pemmiccan. Not everyone has a taste for them. Not often as juicy and big as a blueberry. But the flavour is to me the essence of a sunny prairie day spent in the brush along a river, or lake, warmth of sun, scent of earth and growth, berries staining my fingers and lips, friends and family picking nearby, finding the good patches. And then the pie. Best made in mid winter or early spring (like for my birthday hint, hint) with berries frozen or canned from the year before. With the first bite, the whole sensation of a summer day spent picking berries comes flooding back.

Can't do that when you're attached to a computer. Especially not a Blueberry.

Shalom.