I just finished a bowl of fresh raspberries with cream and sugar on it!! It doesn't get any better than that. I grew up in Fernie, B.C. and because of the cool climate we grew the biggest raspberries you've ever seen and we had the biggest patch. By the end of every summer we were so sick of eating raspberries but everytime I see a container of raspberries I wish I was back home. Our harvests per picking averaged about 13-19 gallons of raspberries, and that was every 3-4 days. Needless to say we had a tonne of raspberries to eat..... all the time. My mom was so good at preserving the extras as well. We would have raspberry jam and raspberry juice concentrate but mostly we just ate raspberries with cream and sugar with toast all summer long. I got a great deal on raspberries and bought a whole case and we are going to eat them all, just straight up raspberries, cream and sugar. Ahhhhh the memories.
I'm a Perfectionist and it's killing me. But the first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have one. That being said, it's not actually killing me but there are moments when it feels like it is. What can I say, I like order, I like it to be done promptly and without deviating from how I want it. (My kids just don't seem to get it) Being the mother of 3 older daughters and then a son, I thought I had the 'terrible twos' figured out. I DON'T! Boys are so different from girls. Now I don't need you to shake your head at me and roll your eyes and say 'DUH' but really they are so different. It started about 2 weeks ago when Gage started getting into mischief when I was nursing the baby. O.K. whatever, but it's only escalating and I know that the biggest reason for it is Archer (the baby) but what can I do about it. When I'm tied up nursing the baby I'm nursing the baby I can't be chasing a 2 year old. Yesterday was a prime...
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