“The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.” (~Old Proverb)
I promise I didn’t cut my hand. Although I did ruin my manicure. I’ve washed my hands numerous times, and I still have a purple outline around my nails. Perhaps I could start a new trend?
Then we simmered the berries with a bit of sugar and water. Just a bit. (And that crockpot you see? That’s full of applesauce. Warm applesauce with a hint of pumpkin pie spice is so delish. I can’t wait until we’re using apples from our trees.)
Tonight we will sit with dear friends. We will squeeze fresh lime slices into a glass filled with ice. Then we’ll add some fresh black raspberry syrup and sparkling water, and we will share in God’s goodness together.
“This special feeling toward fruit — its glory and abundance — is, I would say, universal. We respond to strawberry fields or cherry orchards with a delight that a cabbage patch or even an elegant vegetable garden cannot provoke.” ~ Jane Grigson