I love these guys.
They’re plump, juicy, and sweet.
They also look great on my Vacharin, which you can make if you check out
the “What’s Cooking with Joni” tab here. And here's another one I made:
My childhood
was in northern Utah, where—I am serious—due to weather conditions the
raspberries are the sweetest in the world.
Southern Idaho can also make the same claim.
Kids in that area make treks to Bear Lake,
where they pick all day, and come home with red fingers, red lips, and full
bellies.
Of course,
those areas won’t have raspberry season until late summer, but where I live in
California now, farmers’ markets are already bursting with fruit, including these
luscious babies. You do sacrifice some
flavor, though (sigh).
But why do we
call them rasp berries? I checked it out and there is actually a
debate about it. Yes, there are not enough things to argue about in this day
and age, so three theories have emerged as to how raspberries got their
name. One camp says it comes from “Raspise,”
a sweet, rose-colored wine of the 15th century.
Some say it could also come
from raspoie, meaning “thicket.”
Another group says no, it got
the name from its rough, “rasp”-looking surface.
But everyone agrees that it’s
pronounced Razz-berry. I take that
back. In Great Britain it’s ROZZbury.
Either way, I’ll take it. With a dollop
of whipped cream, please.
What
could be more glorious than curling up with a bowl of berries and cream AND a
good book? Check these out—and remember
Mom with one for Mother’s Day!
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