I started to get a little worried that I hadn't gone berry picking yet so I enlisted the help of fast fingered Debby, (otherwise known as Mom), and Ava and Ian (otherwise known as slow and slower) and headed to our local u-pick. It was a beeeee-utiful day for picking and if it weren't for the kids complaining about heat stroke and the need for a bathroom I would probably still be there. As it was I got a wee bit carried away and ended up with 18 pints of raspberries. It took me an entire day just to deal with them all. By midnight I had made raspberry syrup, strawberry ice cream, raspberry scones, frozen three giant bags, and made what I'm now calling, the berry bomb cake. And I still have five pints in the fridge. After three days, Ben is still rolling his eyes every time he looks at me. Apparently I'll never learn.
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