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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Friday, July 20, 2012

Razzleberries



Stopped and bought a flat of raspberries (or as my dad called them; razzleberries) at a local farm market today because I am too busy to go out and pick my own. They are luscious, sweet, and expensive!

 Guess what I paid for 12 eensie weensie boxes...$24! Holy razzleberries! When we were kids we picked raspberries for school clothes. One dollar per flat was the pay scale. The flats were 'cannery flats' so the boxes were twice the size of these little cardboard ones you see today. On a great day; and I mean great day; I could pick 24 flats and earn $24.

Oh well, they are beautiful and will make very tasty freezer jam for the winter. And though strawberries are my favorite berry to eat fresh, in my humble opinion razzleberries and blackberries make the best jam.

But next year I'm going to plant a couple of bushes out in the back yard. I wonder if I can get the grandkids to pick them for me...

2 comments:

Linda O'Connell said...

Yummy, I just polished off blueberries. Enjoy the harvest while it's here.

Amish Stories said...

Nothing like picking your own fruit, and somehow it even taste that much better when you do. Richard

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