Erika loved the Berry Days festival. She'd grown up with it, and the only summer she'd missed it had been the year she'd interned for Ben & Jerry's in Vermont, which almost made up for it. Of course her favorite part was testing all the recipes, new and old alike. She liked just about everything, which made her easy to please, but her sense of taste was sharp enough to be able to point out exactly what ingredient was off - great for those that wanted to fix it, not so great for those that don't handle constructive criticism well.
Blackberries were one of the things she refused to put in her garden, mostly because they would grow, and grow, and keep growing until they'd choked out everything else she'd planted. She did love them, though, both fresh and cooked, and it wouldn't be summer without them. Erika made her way down the line of tables, taste-testing everything, feeding whatever she didn't want - good and bad - to Petunia at her side, until she got to Bradley and his pork tenderloin. "Going for something different?" she asked with a grin.