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    Blackberry Granitas
    It's like a slushy without having to use a blender! Just pop your ingredients into a pan and freeze, scoop and eat. Refreshing summer treat.
    Make your own ... more 
    Photo by: Family Kitchen
    Blackberry Granitas
    It's like a slushy without having to use a blender! Just pop your ingredients into a pan and freeze, scoop and eat. Refreshing summer treat.
    Make your own blackberry granitas
    Ingredients:
    4 cups fresh blackberries, washed
    1/3 cup 100% juice concentrate (I used Welch's Cherry White Grape Juice Concentrate)
    2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice

    Directions:

    1. Combine all ingredients in a food processor and puree until smooth. Using a fine sieve, strain mixture into a glass baking dish. Freeze for 2-4 hours.

    2. Use a fork to scrape the frozen puree. Freeze again for an hour or so more. Use a fork to rake through the mixture again. Repeat a time or two more. Serve in small dishes.

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    Thu, Aug 23, 2012 2:36 PM EDT
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    As a kid growing up in Oregon, there was nothing like August and September and the giant, sweet blackberries that grew wild all over the hills. I would often endure scrapes from the thorny blackberry bushes just to reach that perfect, plump berry...and it was definitely worth it! But whether you eat buckets of wild blackberries you picked yourself or a carton from your local grocery store, these 8 recipes with make sure you enjoy this fruit to the fullest this season! - By Macki West



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