I cut the lawn for the first time (this year) today. Most years, it’s just been a chore, but this year it was the first time I got a closeup look at what the raspberry plant is doing.
Two years ago, my mother gave me a cutting from her raspberry bush to plant. It bore a few berries (enough to tease) in the first year. In it’s second year, one of the three stalks died back but the other two flourished and produced a small bowl of berries per week — enough to enjoy with some ice cream or yogurt.
When I ran the mower around the back yard today, it’s clear that substantially more berries are going to be produced. I do love raspberries. Since I’ve been avoiding sweets I’ve developed a distaste for sweet things — even fruits that are too sweet. Raspberries are great — just tart and sour enough to have a strong flavour without the sweetness I dislike.
In addition to the ice cream and yogurt, I have a new recipe this year (again thanks to my mother). It’s a jam-like spread that combines raspberry and chocolate (two of my favorite flavors). Maybe I can add coffee to that?