Last weekend the Artist and I went to pick raspberries. We didn’t go to a local grocery store, we went straight to the farm. He picked the Biringer Farm just an hour north of Seattle, a straight up shot on I-5. We were in luck – it was the last weekend to pick raspberries and there were still plenty of ripe berries.
We ended up collecting seven pounds of raspberries! I tried to pick slightly under-ripe berries to ensure they will last longer, and simply because I prefer their taste and flavor to a fully ripe raspberry. A few ripe berries ended up snicking into the cardboard box, however….wonder where they came from!
While we picked, we ate. Or rather, while we ate the raspberries, we picked a few. The abundance was hard to resist. Walking back to the farm, I didn’t want to stop pulling the berries off the bushes.
We ate the raspberries on their own, shared with our parents and took some home. For the last few days I have enjoyed the raspberries on top of plain yogurt, sprinkled with granola. Delicious!