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Raspberries are definitely in season at Bishops. We tried to go last week, but the heat of the afternoon was too overwhelming. This weekend we heard a rumor that the picking was just right, so off we went.

The field that was open for picking yesterday afternoon was half sunny and half shaded by some trees, and we picked and picked until newhavenbaby's belly was full. Luckily, there was a donation jar at the cash register (the "sin bin") for newhavenbaby's berries, and we took the other 2 lbs home. A woman at the berry patch suggested freezing them on cookie sheets lined with parchment paper. This morning, J. suggested making raspberry coulis. Yummm.

There is just something so luxurious about raspberries, especially hundreds and hundreds of them. I don't know how Bishop's is possibly going to find enough berry-pickers to pick all those berries that newhavenbaby didn't have a chance to put in his little belly.