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Hi!

To all those who have visited before, you'll notice I've changed the name of my blog.

Oh really?

Yes. My initial title was more of a "I don't know what to call my blog so here goes nothing, sometimes I get inspired" kind of title. But now, for the new year, and also since I've already written a few posts, the time has come for a "true, this is who I am kind" of title.

Framboise, for those of you don't know, is raspberry in French. Which may seem both silly and insignificant to many of you, but in fact sums up a lot about me: my love of France, languages, food, color, and raspberries.

(Self-incriminating photo: I couldn't NOT steal the raspberries on the side of the road during our bike tour through France...)

In fact, although it seems silly, raspberries are possibly the first food I really knew I loved. When I was young we had a huge, and appropriately spikey, raspberry bush in my backyard. I would not have braved the scratched hands and face if I hadn't loved the fruit so much.

I didn't pay much attention to what I ate at that point in my life(except for my grandma's spicy indian food, which I noticed mostly because I wanted to prove I was a "big kid" and could handle the heat!), this is way before I turned to food as a way of experiencing the world, but raspberries, they brought me happiness.

One of my biggest comforts when we moved (no matter that we moved a different country, new school, no friends, etc.), was that I discovered wild raspberries in the "forest" beside our new home.

So yes, I love them. They have long been my favorite fruit. But more than that, they are aesthetically pleasing, sweet and tangy (I'm not one for only sweet fruits), feel tropical, and are very cleverly designed to fit on the tips of your fingers:

(FRENCH and RASPBERRIES! Now I get why Amelie is one of my fave films!)

So there you have it:

Raspberries were my first introduction to appreciating food as a source of interest and enjoyment. Look where that's brought me today: umm, eating a lot?

And they have those teeny tiny little hairs, which only makes me love them more, because I love anything that has frizzlies, like me.

Which sums up what was supposed to be a small post about a new year, some resolutions, etc. I guess that means my resolution is to eat more raspberries? Regardless, happy 2012!

alina