Happening upon a patch of ripe wild raspberries is one of my greatest foraging pleasures. I don't use the words "happening upon" casually either. I have wandered along familiar paths only to discover that a raspberry bush has suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Obviously, this isn't the case, it's just that the raspberry is such an inconspicuous plant, even in flower, and so easily blends into the ever-present brambles, that I have often overlooked its presence until I happen to be walking past it whilst it's in full fruit in late June-July. I think therein lies the greatest pleasure, the happy surprise of discovery and its coinciding with the most glorious of fruits usually in their prime for scoffing on the spot.
|The tumbling red jewels of the wild raspberry are a delight to the eye as well as the palate.|
|A useful size comparison between wild and cultivated raspberries|
I think these are best served warm whilst the chocolate is still deliciously gooey.
|This sweet and fluffy omelette is divine and unquestionably my favourite way to consume the good old wild raspberry|