Berry Season
Hello, World! I forced Helen to invite me to her blog, so I could invite her to my own crafting blog. Since she’s invited several people now and none of them have posted, she is probably unwilling to admit that she invited me! So, to make her feel like the invite was good, I posted almost immediately.
Now that I no longer work right next to Reading Terminal Market, I’ve been dying during the berry season. Bad enough that I missed it last year due to being pregnant and then delivering, but to miss it two years in a row is horrible.
To make up for this, I’ve been trying to visit Helen during or after lunch, but this is impossible when your baby wants to nap for three hours during the afternoon. I had a word with Nathan, however, and I said to him, “You had better let me get some black raspberries, or there will be tears.” I didn’t let him know those tears would be mine rather than his. So, one day this week, I packed him up in the car, and down to visit Helen we went.
Rather than going to RTM, we took a trip to Helen’s CSA which has several farm stands. I picked up some black raspberries, red raspberries, and some honey chevre spread. After, we went to Helen’s for a quick taste of the CSA cheese she has been raving about (as good as described), and Nathan tried fresh blueberries for the first time. He was a big fan, trying to lick my face when he thought I was secretly hiding blueberries from him in my mouth. I consoled him with a few black raspberries which he found suspicious at first, but quickly learned to enjoy.
On the way home, Nathan began to whine at me, so I would hold a handful of black raspberries behind me while driving and I’d feel his little hand pick a raspberry at a time off of my hand. When we got home, there was only this:
When he finally fell asleep, I mixed the leftover berries into one big batch of berries, split most of them into two drinking cups, and poured some lightly whipped heavy cream into the cups.
Not a very good picture, sadly, but a delicious dish. For maximum deliciousness, I made sure to avoid anything coming close to the soft-peak stage for the whipped cream, so that the cream would drip into the berries. Yum.
As for the honey chevre spread? Yeah, I’ve been using a knife to spread that on my tongue. I have no bread or mini-toasts, but I don’t even care. It’s too delightful to ignore. I recommend it for everyone in the Philly region, no matter the cost!
