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Raspberries are coveted fruit here. The day they enter this house is the day they disappear. I think our kids were shaped, at least in part, to love berries based on repeated exposures to Jamberry. Bruce Degen makes magic with "Raspberry, Jazzberry, Razzamatazz berry, Berryband, Merryland, Jamming in Berryland."
Even this blustery day could not deter our serious dedication to gingerly plucking out plump, saturated berries from the bristly bramble. However, to be fair, the farm should have weighed Charlie before and after our raspberry adventure. Surely, I owe this farm for another pint.
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