One of my favorite things about growing up in Vermont is being surrounded by wild berries. When I was a little girl, every summer around this time, you would find me deep in the pricker bushes in our backyard. I would emerge, sometimes hours later, with red scratches all over my body, a container of fresh berries in my hand, a triumphant smile on my face. And we’d enjoy them all day long.
Red raspberries would come first, followed quickly by the black raspberries and then in mid- to late-August, the big juicy blackberries would start to pop. If you haven’t tried black raspberries, I wish I could send you some. They’re a little more tart than red raspberries, but have that dark, bold flavor that blackberries do. They’re a genius blend of berry goodness.(...)
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