Down the street is an empty field that has wild blackberries in it. One morning I decided to go pick some. I walked down the street with my harvesting bucket and with my head filled with visions of blackberry cobbler, blackberry jam, blackberry pie. 
After braving the thorns (ouch!) and fighting the birds for that one ripe berry, I came home with....
1/4 cup of berries.
Sigh.
Little, but delicious, return for a lot of effort!
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