Don’t you just love that name? 🙂
Wild Black Raspberry Moon Tea.
The way it rolls off the tongue…
Two years ago we picked a bumper crop of wild black raspberries .
Had so many of them I even experimented with dehydrating a few.
Picking berries behind the barn
Wife likes to put them in her smoothie.
In the winter when work slows down, I will often get an impulse to putter in the kitchen. (It’s a form of aroma therapy.)
I asked my mom to teach me how she makes salsa couple of winters ago.
Last year I got on a jam making kick.
The way I look at it, following a new recipe is really not much different than working off a blueprint.
Back when my Oma (grandmother) was still alive, I asked her to teach me how to make her home made rye bread. That memory of her and I in the kitchen is still one of my favorites. She was one of those old school cooks that did everything by feel.
I love the aroma of rising bread. The smell of the yeast doing whatever yeast does.
I really love the feel of kneading bread.
Two winters ago, I decided to experiment with making some wild black raspberry tea.
I took some of the dehydrated berries and ground them in my coffee grinder. I ordered some new tea bags off the Internet and bingo.
Wild black raspberry tea.
It completely exceeded my expectations.
And the dehydrated berries keep for ever.
Last month, when the weather started to warm up, I decided to mix the wild black raspberry tea with some red rose tea we had in the pantry.
This new brew is too good to keep to myself, so here are my proportions:
(1) gallon of cold water
(4) bags of red rose black tea
(1) large bag of wild black raspberry tea bag (one heaping teaspoon of dehydrated/ ground berries)
Combine ingredients and let steep overnight, preferably outside under the moon. 😉
There is enough natural sugar in the wild black raspberries, you really do not need to add a sweeter (although you sure can).
I did not grow up helping out in the kitchen. nor did I see it modeled. This will probably sound harsh, and I don’t mean it to be, but I’ve never seen my dad, do anything in the kitchen, except maybe pour himself a cup of coffee. 🙂
Once I started living my life more intentionally, and paying attention to my interests and passions, that enabled me to push past the negative self talk ...
“What in the heck are you doing baking a pie..that’s for girls.????.”
Once I was able to short circuit the nay-saying thoughts, whole new areas of life opened up to me.
A few years ago, a cross stitch sampler pattern caught my eye. I asked my friend Hannah if she would consider making it for me,…I offered to pay her…. but when she explained the hours and hours involved, I decided that wasn’t going to work, so I taught myself.
I remember calling in to a local radio station a few years ago and having a conversation about me cross stitching (at the time). The lady DJ half jokingly, half seriously questioned my masculinity…She could not quite picture a man cross stitching.
I told her I also loved pouring concrete, shooting guns, was able to butcher a pig, rode a motorcycle (at the time) and there was no doubt in my mind I can hold my own in the world of men.
She reluctantly conceeded, and well, I don’t care 🙂 DM
Here’s a sampler I built 😉 as I was learning to cross stitch: