I never knew growing up that there were such things as black raspberries and red raspberries….I just thought raspberries. Even though I loved Stewarts black raspberry ice-cream, I thought all raspberries were the same! The window for ripe raspberries is slim in New York. I found out recently, my father has some growing in his backyard, most likely from a bird dropping its seeds! I always feel like a thief scoping out neighbors yards or the sides of the roads for raspberries. Little did I know they were in my back yard all along! Here’s to the raspberry…red & black…living in harmony!