Raspberries

When I was little my grandparents grew raspberries and I remember picking them in our little margarine containers (mine always had red spots on it) and eating them with vanilla ice cream.
I love raspberries.
Funny how certain foods and smells can bring on emotions. For me raspberries are everything summer represents. I can eat them on a rainy day, close my eyes and swear I am playing in green grass with the sun shining on my face.
I saw this recipe a while ago and simply had to try it out.

I didn't brown the butter, as I'm simply too lazy and used brown sugar instead of white for the assembly process.


Raspberries and lemon, not sure it could get any better!