"when i grow up i want to be a raspberry farmer"

One of the benefits of living out in Timbuktu these days... berry picking just five minutes from home on a beautiful July morning.  

Wally and I picked 17 lbs. of perfect, ripe raspberries.  Fritz ate a bunch and played with sticks and bugs.  Not a bad morning.  Now we've got our work cut out for us to not let them go to waste.  And at $1.50 a lb. we will probably need to go pick again next week!

The plans:

raspberry jam

raspberry vinegar

raspberry yogurt popsicles

raspberry buttermilk cake

raspberry breakfast bars