What am I picking?
October 24, 2011
These are raspberry fields forever. Did the migrant worker thing and gathered raspberries the other day. I had fond hopes of buckets of berries for freezing and pies, as well as for jam, but the rain this year did not cooperate. The berries were very soft, the ground was very wet – anyway- I had enough berries to make two batches of jam, each enhanced with a good slug of Slivovitz. It’s the only way to jam.
It looks as if we are in the mountains somewhere picking berries, but actually the location is just south of Cleveland. The mountains in the distance are part of the berry company’s resource recycling facility. This is at Rosby’s.
The weather that day was perfect and the jam is excellent.
Gunsmoke and Knitting 
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