I brought home a box of raspberries from the store the other day. They were the prettiest out of the bunch. Big, plump and organic. I washed them when I got home and when I fed it to Chris, he said… “it’s kind of sour” then he made a face. More of a reason why we don’t eat fruit around here. Sigh… I hate it when that happens. How the heck do you pick out a good box of raspberries? So when that happens, I usually bake with them. It’s the only way I know to salvage them without throwing it out, or make a liqueur out of them.
