So says the child, who refuses to eat the golden raspberries.
I do have to admit that I ate one of the first of our red ones to ripen yesterday, and it was the best tasting raspberry I’ve ever eaten. Way better than any of the golden ones so far. Not sure why, but all of the red ones we’ve gotten so far are tiny – less than half the size of the gold ones.
My father has a theory he calls the Unit Flavor Theory – basically that things like strawberries have a finite amount of flavor that each berry can have, and so the small ones will have a much more concentrated flavor than the big ones will. Elephant garlic is a fine example, too: giant and bland. The little red raspberry I ate yesterday proved his theory to me once again. Mmmmmm. Raspberries.
This morning the garden yielded up:
- golden raspberries: 4lbs 6.7oz (2006g)
- red rasberries: 5.7oz (161g)
- beets: 3.4oz (96g)
- peas: 2.6oz (75g)
I started picking berries with the smallish mixing bowl, and had to go swap it out for one of the giant ones. I honestly have no idea what to do with all these raspberries. Ideas?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?