While at our lake in Wisconsin, my family always finds time to pick berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries…we have done it all. I have many memories of sweating under a relentless midwestern sun in the strawberry fields forever (sorry, I had to do it…you can’t write strawberry fields without adding “forever”). Still, I can’t complain about having fresh jams, pies and other delectable items. Fortunately for us this weekend, raspberries are considerably easier to pick than strawberries and we were able to eat the fruits of our labor. The bakers of the family (which did not include me–my talent lies more on the side of eating than making) made this delicious raspberry crisp.