09-15-2005, 10:14 PM
LochnarITB,Sep 15 2005, 04:23 PM Wrote:Oh man, did that hit a strong memory. It isn't pie, so it is sort of a hijack, but it is fruity and desserty. The memory is of a summer day at grandma and grandpa's house. We go out and pick bowls full of raspberries from his rows and rows of canes. Wash them up, pour some heavy cream over them and sprinkle on some sugar. Oh man! Tasty!
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I still do that.
I have a big bowl of raspberries right now in the fridge. I just decided what to do with them. Blackberries too.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."