There are some times in my life, when I have absolutely not a doubt that I am from my family. What I mean by that is some things that I do, that all my family members do, which leaves absolutely no doubt to any by-standers, that we are all from the one "pod".
My love of raspberries is just one of those things (something which
ruzza just hasn't quite adapted to yet). There is noone in our family who doesn't like them, and probably even more than that - who doesn't go out of their way to get them, on an "as often as you can" basis.
The other thing that remains in common amonst us, is what we sometimes do to them (if there's enough left after picking - we tend to eat just as many as we pick if we're getting them fresh from the vines).
To illustrate this example, we have fresh raspberries (I froze these ones and defrosted them because I had to bring them back from interstate last weekend):
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Add a little icecream or yoghurt (preferably ice cream), and they turn into "raspberry mush"
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Probably NOT what one should be eating at 10.57pm at night, but nonetheless totally enjoyable.
Even have a picture of my little neice eating raspberries like this when she was only about 8 months old - it so runs in our family!