black raspberry love

One of the things that is synonymous with summer, to me, is black raspberries. Every year since I can remember, my mother baked a pie with the berries we picked.  My parents have since moved from the house I grew up in with the loads of  berry bushes, but when we bought this house we were excited to find some here. So I continued our little tradition of baking a black raspberry pie every summer, up until this year, when this was our measly bounty:


I decided to make this yummy thing, which I made last summer with blackberries, and I must say it was ridiculously good with the black raspberries.


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