It seems like we’d have an endless supply of the stuff without resorting to splicing kangaroo genes to them. Of course, Monsanto would splice kangaroo genes to them anyway, just to be able to patent raspberries with a pouch.
Whatever. My point is that I never cease to be amazed at the sheer volume of food that a raspberry patch will produce. What’s more, your challenge in raising them is mostly keeping them inside the bounds of your raspberry patch. Other than that, they only require the annual removal of spent canes and the tiniest bit of weeding and fertilizing.
This is what I got tonight:
The Larval Stage of Jam
Note a few of our new “Black Diamond” blackberries. Boy, are those good. And thornless.
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I’m thinking you ought to infuse some vodka with those little babies.
Good lord… that’s all I need. I wonder if there’s a way I could cook up some black tar heroin with an insouciant hint of raspberry essence.
Actually, in the grand scheme, neither may be any worse than the sugar-laden jam/sauce that I ended up making out of them. We had it warm over ice cream tonight. You could feel the sweet delicious plaque forming on your arteries as you consumed it… Mmm… arterial plaque…
I am envious of your raspberries. Yours sound so carefree to grow. I haven’t had success growing them here.