Razamatazzberry

There were a ton of raspberries all through the Black Hills when we were out there, and they must have had a great year for them as they were big, juicy, and super flavorful.  Biking up through the mountains Isaac would suddenly yell, "Mommy!  Look!  There are some berries and those berries aren't for birds, those are for People! Please, can I get out?!"  We stopped a lot for berries, but not every time.  Later at our campsite the three boys walked to get firewood with Mike and very proudly brought back three plastic hats filled with raspberries that they picked, but didn't eat!I had brought some sugar along, so later we made a batch of the best raspberry jam I've ever had.  I fried some slices of bread in butter and we sat by the fire eating jam toast.  Yummy!