A family tradition

When I was little, my Grandpa Alfred's pride & joy was his raspberry & strawberry garden.  We would always sneak in there when the berries were ripe and grandpa would chase us out a few minutes later because I'm sure we could have wiped out his berries pretty fast.  Every summer our families would get together for raspberry malts.  I still crave a raspberry malt in the summer... but you can't use store bought raspberries.... heavens NO!  It just is not the same.  Robby & I found a patch a few miles out of town and went pickin'.  We couldn't get home fast enough to make a malt.  It brings me back to being a kid every time... simply the best taste ever!