Raspberries are–easily–my favorite berry. I cannot get enough of these. I’m a bit too lazy (and a bit too much AT WORK) to frequent the farmer’s markets at the best times to buy the choicest produce, so whenever I find any raspberries at all, it’s the last sorry-looking quart the farmer has for sale and they are half-way to juice already. Maybe I’m just too picky…I know they would still make fine jam.
There’s just nothing like a perfect raspberry, picked and eaten right outside by the plant.
But, I have a plan. The other day while hiking at an undisclosed public location, we hiked through what was at least a full acre of raspberries in flower. They were a week or so behind mine. I FULLY intend to revisit that location, with a backpack full of containers. Guerilla harvesting? Maybe. I’ll keep you posted.