My mother had a bumper crop of raspberries earlier this summer. She had so many I told her I’d take as many as she could freeze for me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do anything with them then, but figured September would probably be better. And I managed jam. The smell was heavenly. Tragically, the seal failed on one, so I was forced to put it in the fridge for immediate consumption.
I still have about a quarter bag and a half left- so some sort of mixed berry jam may happen. Or I’ll have fancy raspberry oatmeal this winter.