Today, I went on a long mulberry walk in the vicinity of Muskrat Cove (PDF link) and filled up four sizable containers, and mah belly, with the delectable fruits. By the time I got home, my right hand was as purple as the robe of a monarch:
It took a bit of scrubbing to get the anthocyanins off, but in the end I had more luck than Lady MacBeth (who was framed). It's funny, I imagine I looked like some kind of weirdo walking through the neighborhood with my hand looking like that, but I would've looked a hundred times scarier if my right hand had been red. Hmmm... sounds like a song or something:
Off topic, but a few days ago, Monsieur McGravitas posted a biography of Rowland S. Howard of The Birthday Party... I've been listening to a lot of Nick Cave's stuff lately. Thanks, SMcG!