All I can say is Hell yes, it's berry time. And, holy crap, berries off the bush just make their supermarket counterparts seem like eating wet paper towels. Above are the pints of black raspberries, red raspberries and blueberries that I picked this afternoon.



I went to the berry farm this afternoon with some of my girlfriends. Most of them have plans to bake their berries into pies or tarts, but I know that mine will be lucky to make it through the car ride home.



The black raspberries were the most work out of the three; they were so tiny and picked over. There were a lot of black raspberries that weren't quite ripe out in the open. I picked a few because I like having a little of the sour taste. The ripe ones were near the ground or required reaching past several branches lined with thorns



I have brambles embedded in the skin of my shins and hands, but it was totally worth it for an entire pint of something magical.



However my favorite turned out to be the red raspberries. I'm always disappointed by the ones at the supermarket; they are so soft and half rotted that I wonder why I ever bother. The ones straight off the bush, however, were big, firm, and had a taste balanced taste that perfectly set between sweet and sour. I could live off of these.

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