The farm seemed like it was open just for me: I was early and it was the middle of the week. I settled on a spot to pick raspberries and proceeded to navigate through the bushes and thorns that the lady at the farm stand reminded me of. I could feel the morning sun on the side of my face and shoulder and how it shifted as I shifted position. Soon, people’s voices started to filter through; some were clear, some were muffled but they all seemed to bounce through the landscape. I remember thinking if I was listening to these voices any differently in the current setting than elsewhere. Some people said hello, some smiled and others just went about their tasks in silence.
Black raspberries are really deep purple in color when ripe and curiously red when unripe while red raspberries are bright red when ripe and not so red when unripe; the black variety tastes sweeter and less tart than the red.
Here’s a simple method to make raspberry purée:
Mash the red and black raspberries separately with some sugar and freshly squeezed lemon juice. Bring to a simmer and continue cooking to evaporate the water and obtain a consistency that will nicely coat a spoon. Strain the reduction through a food mill or strainer. Alternatively, the purée can be strained before reducing. A thin layer of each purée can be poured on top of one another or separated by a layer of cream and perhaps some chocolate.
The richness and depth of color when raspberries are opened and reduced to a sauce are in stark contrast to how understated they appear on the bushes. When eating them amidst the chitter-chatter of conversation, for a brief moment, it is hard not to revisit the question: does landscape, does environment influence how one listens to voices?