I come from northern Wisconsin, and a particular part of it that is extremely cold for a good long time in the winter. We have three months of growing weather in a good year. It can freeze yet in May and probably will in September so gardens go in quickly and get down to business. We can’t really do apples, or cherries or plums but berries… We do them pretty well.
My first berry experiences were with wild berries. We were always on the lookout for bushes on the roadside or in the woods. Recently cleared fields and brush piles were likely berry patches. When we started seeing the right color on the berries it was time to get the pails and gear up.
There were all kinds of perils. There were bears, of course, and poison ivy, wicked thorns everywhere, a constant halo of deer flies and my most dreaded one, hornets. Long pants, long sleeves, big hat and a bucket on your belt in July meant we were hot and slow moving.
Thankfully, by the time I was married and living in Wisconsin again we had learned about cultivated berries and had a large patch in the yard. Much easier, but there were still chores every year – cleaning out the old canes and pruning. There was also the new problem of the guilt when you just couldn’t pick and eat that many raspberries. They are still my absolute favorite berry for eating fresh.
I don’t know how they do it these days since they are soft and perishable, but my store has fresh berries almost all year long. Does anyone go out in the woods anymore? I don’t know. Your reasons to eat raspberries, in addition to their wonderful flavor, are a low calorie, high fiber, high antioxidant source with lots of vitamin C and B complex vitamins and a number of important minerals. Interestingly, they are a source of xylitol which I will mention again when we get to letter X. And they’re pretty. And red.
Happy Letter R, my friends.
4 thoughts on “#atozchallenge: Raspberries, the passion and pleasure”
My grandparents used to have blackberries that grew along their fence row, and there was nothing better than munching on those when we got back into the house and washed them under cool water. That’s not raspberries, obviously, but your post brought back some good berry-related memories 🙂
Blackberries are in my memory file too – all those short season berries are so good! Thanks for reading Monica.
“And they’re pretty. And red.” And my favorite, too!
Haha, yes. We have that in common.