(here’s Part One – my hankering, last week!)
They are hairy…berries. We should call them ‘hairy berries.’”
Mmm… yes, these were as good as they looked!
They are NEVER this sweet in supermarkets. Because if you leave them ‘till they’re this sweet, of course, they’re too mushy to ship from who-knows-where. Even within Ontario; you shouldn’t even toss raspberries into a container if you’re picking them fully ripe; the weight of even a single layer of raspberries on top can crush them.
I don’t even like supermarket raspberries.
My sister Sara’s term for her preference for fully-ripe, fresh-picked strawberries: “I’m a snob-berry.” Well, I’m a razzzz-berry for raspberries. With a long, wet, tongue-rasping raspberry for any that aren’t super-fresh from my own garden, picked by my very own two hands.