I have a secret berry patch near my work. Over the past few weeks during my lunch hour, I would head down the street, around the corner, and then along a country lane. At the end, I would find a tangly mess of thorny bushes loaded with sun-warmed berries.
I am never prepared for berry picking. Protective long-sleeved top and long pants? No. Sturdy shoes for stepping on and over thorny branches? No. Heavy duty gardening gloves, mega garden shears, and a stack of plastic buckets? No, no, no. Office clothes, open-toe shoes, and two pint-sized Ziploc bags tucked in my back pocket? Why, yes! That’s me. But so far, I’ve emerged from the bushes unscathed (except for the odd little scratch here and there), and my clothes are still free of berry stains.
As with Week #19’s Raspberry Cheesecake Ice Cream, this recipe requires the berries to be…
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