It is difficult to choose a favorite berry but I think if forced to do so, raspberries would be at the top of my list. My grandpa had raspberry bushes that grew in the corner of his backyard near the fence, and every single time I taste a really good, ripe raspberry, I am immediately transported back to those days of playing in the sun with Grandpa and eating berries until my stomach ached. I was talking with my brother not long ago and it turns out he has similar memories with raspberries. I love how just like certain smells or songs, food also has such a strong ability to transport us back to a different time or place.
Another strong memory I have of Grandpa is him eating a lot of pistachios. Grumbling over the shells as he peeled them, but that pesky obstacle never stopped him from snacking on them. I have been wanting to try the combination of raspberries and pistachios in a tart for a long time, and I’m so glad I finally did. The ground pistachios in the dough added a nice depth of nutty flavor, and a drizzle of honey on top was the perfect finishing touch. I think Grandpa would have loved this tart.