Sunday, July 8, 2012
As I type this, our raspberries are ripening, and we've been picking them every evening for three nights now. I started picking a little early--the moment I saw my first red berry--because I was worried all the critters around here would eat them. So far that's not been the case. We seem to be the only critters eating them.
Once we'd picked two quarts worth of berries I made raspberry preserves and put up four jars of the yummiest jam I've ever had. It's the perfect blend of tartness and sweetness. After a little internet research, I found out the type of berries we have growing in our yard are wineberries, an invasive species of raspberry brought over from Asia for breeding hybrid raspberries. They've been here for generations and are flourishing. Our county is bursting at the seams with wineberries. If you take a drive in North Jersey right now, you'll see them all along the roadside.
I'm heading out again after dinner to pick more tonight. I'm hopeful that I'll pick enough to can a few more jars for friends and family and to make a wineberry pie.