Logically, he first looked for it in Mysore, India. After a long fruitless search, he realized it could be found right here! “You’ve got to get it,” he said.
But I’d never seen it at garden centres. An aunt, who is also a keen gardener, gave me a few raspberry cuttings. “Try these. They’re thornless and sweet,” she said.
I was wondering where I should start looking when I was up in the highlands and couldn’t believe my eyes when I chanced upon it. A few of the raspberries were ripe too.
But it was a challenge to pick the berries without being snagged by the pesky thorns. I must be a glutton for punishment. Or maybe it’s just gluttony! 😛
Having tasted the berries right off the bush, I went on to try the delicious jam, made and sold by the local residents.
The mysore raspberry is said to be rich in vitamin C, protein and other minerals. It is also said to be great for juicing and desserts.
After stumbling on that first mysore raspberry bush, I saw more and more. Now to see if the mysore raspberry will bloom and fruit in the lowlands.
The thing is, almost everyone here seems to call them blackberries. But I suppose a rose by any other name … 🙂