raspberry bars

This post may contain affiliate links. I only recommend products I have used personally and believe in. See full disclosure policy here. Raspberries. To me, they evoke memories of being a small child growing up in the farmlands of Illinois. I remember my dad had a riding lawn mower, and would take me for rides around the huge yard as he mowed the grass. My mom had a huge – or so it seemed to preschooler me – garden patch. In this patch, she grew raspberries, strawberries, tomatoes, and a variety of other garden-fresh delights. I can still see the giant bowl of freshly pickedRead More →