View allAll Photos Tagged raspberry
I loved the texture of the raspberries, and I wanted to capture it. I don't think I did them justice, although I think this may have been the best pic in the bunch.
shop - www.tollipop.etsy.com
blog - www. tollipop.com
© All rights reserved
Please do not use without permission.
When I was nine years old my parents sent me out to work in the fields, and by “fields” I mean raspberry patch and by “work” I mean a blatant violation of the child labor laws. The raspberry patch was located several miles from our home and each morning, by the dawn’s early light, my mother would drop my brother and I off with nothing more than a crust of bread between us and a warning to pick our weight in berries before the sun went down. We would troupe toward the weighing hut where the owner’s bellicose teenaged son would be picking his face and listening to heavy metal. After ignoring us a full ten minutes, he’d grunt out a number, meaning which row he wanted us to harvest. With the stealth of two ninjas, my brother and I would tiptoe to the assigned area. Why were we trying to be quiet? Because these people owned a dog, which I now understand was a boxer but at the time I believed to be a hound of hell. He had huge, slavering jaws, a flat, pugnacious nose that oozed with muck, and the cold, sadistic mentality of a professional killer. His name was Major. Oh, Major… Major... How many times has my husband had to shake me out of a violent sleep and ask why I was screaming “Down, boy!!!” ? That dog had the ability to come out of nowhere, and in the middle of an endless row of raspberry bushes, the slightest breeze to ruffle a leaf could stop my heart cold. “Major?” I’d whisper, “M-m-m-major? Are you there?”
And it’s so bizarre, now that I think about it—if someone’s dog were to bite my kid, I’m pretty sure you’d see a small mushroom cloud rising up over Las Vegas for the fuss I’d make, yet it was not uncommon for my brother and I to come limping out of the raspberry patch at the end of the day, Achilles tendons severed, and my mom did not bat an eye.
But on the other hand—and this is no lie—those raspberries were the size of small huts. You could seriously plop one on the ground and take shelter in it for the next 48 hours. My brother and I liked to stick them on our fingers and stagger around moaning that we’d been amputated. Bloody fingers, we called them. Then we’d pop the berries into our mouths and I’m telling you--you can keep your sorbets and your fancy tarts, your mountains of whipped cream--there is no better way to eat raspberries than off your dirty fingers when you’re nine years old and worried that each moment could be your last.
When that job was over, it was at least seven years before I could look another raspberry in the eye. But now that I’m living in Las Vegas, a fact that has yet to truly register, I pass by those plastic containers of sad, shriveled berries in the grocery store and wonder if it’s worth selling a kidney to buy some. And then I wonder what ol’ Major is up to, and whether the owner’s son got sentenced to life in prison for weighting the raspberry flats, and then I wonder about a whole bunch of other things and suddenly an hour has gone by and I find myself standing in the middle of the cereal section with no way to account for half the contents in my cart.
it really doesn't take much to amuse me, i could and did forage for hours, the concept of free food!
Day 331.
Not really what I'd planned for my 365 - I hadn't planned anything and have shelved anything other than getting my dog show pics sorted out (and I STILL haven't finished!).
However, it's approaching midnight and I want to get this in on time. I've been eating strawberries, raspberries and cherries lately.
This isn't the first time I've zoomed in on these fruits - they always amaze me how 'hairy' they are!
Royalty Purple Raspberry:
These are Royalty Purple Raspberries grown out of a 5 gallon bucket. There are literally hundreds of these growing off of the brambles. These can be left to ripen a little more and should turn darker but they are very sweet and flavorful at this stage.
It has taken a couple of years -- now our black raspberry plants are starting to produce a decent crop. Amazing little things. Black raspberries are native to this area and have been investigated in relation to the treatment or prevention of a few different types of cancer.
This bread has a dark color and a subtle flavor from molasses and cocoa. The moist bread is studded with chopped dried raspberries and has a deep chocolate taste from the cocoa powder. In this recipe, use natural rather than dutch-process cocoa, as the only leavining is from the baking soda. I think this would also be good with some of the raspberry flavored chips. I found the ginger to be pretty pronounced here, but I think it will mellow out and the bite will reduce overnight. Sometimes baked goods that have a lot of applesauce can be a little rubbery, this one has a couple tablespoons of canola oil that prevented this from happening.
These are pics of the new Raspberry Pi case design I'm releasing. It's released under a Creative Commons attribution-share alike license, so feel free to download the designs and make your own!
Grab the design files here:
www.thingiverse.com/thing:25100
Grab a kit here:
builttospecstore.storenvy.com/collections/85796-enclosure...