I am blessed to have a Mom who gets me a lot of "pursizes," as I used to call surprises when I was little. Mom would give us surprises, or "deservements" as my brother called them, during The Wonderful World of Disney, National Geographic specials, and Flipper. I think he confused the word "dessert" with "deservement" or else he had an entitlement mentality as a three year old. He would also cry if there was whipped cream on anything he was served, which makes him subsersive as far as I am concerned. One can never have enough whipped cream.
I ended up making a lovely breakfast from the raspberries and the chocolate chip bread she brought me from Fresh Market.
That tea cup belonged to my grandmother and is very special to me. The big pitcher below was a gift from my fellow junking/thrift store friend, Nancy. She gave it to me for my birthday filled with pink peonies. Not only is it lovely to look at, but the smooth finish on the outside feels wonderful in my hands. Nancy is the kind of girl who leaves fresh vegetables on your front porch just because and remembers that you like to eat quinoa when most people don't know what quinoa is.
The French call raspberries "framboise" which is much more elegant. Framboise are a favorite fruit. I love their texture and the way they burst into your mouth in that ripe, ruby sort of way. Thanks, Mom!
