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Prairie Folklore
by Wayne Pauly from Dane County Parks ACTION Adult Conservation Team Newsletter (All folklore stories)
Raspberries,
Blackberries, Black caps
Raspberries taste best when eaten directly from sun warmed bushes. I especially
like black caps, the firm dark berries that pull off the stem like removing a
knit woolen cap from a bald head.
Our raspberry garden supplies an embarrassing abundance, which we freeze as
whole berries. Later, partially thawed berries are eaten like frozen popcorn,
and fully thawed ones are mashed for raspberry short cake or jam.
I fully sympathize with these words from Monroe Sprowl.
If ever I dies an’ yo ain’t certain I’s dead,
Just butter some biscuit an’ new made bread
An’ spread ‘em all over with raspberry jam,
Then step mighty softly to whar I am
An’ wave dem vittles above my head,---
If my mouf don’t open, I’m certainly dead.