Homemade jam. We treasure it like gold in this family, only bringing it out when company is over. My mom keeps me stocked with jam - I just need to save the jars and get them back to her for future jars filled with heaven. I remember as a kid we had rows of raspberries, and all summer it was our job to go pick the berries. Through the spiders and bees, we would make it up and down each aisle looking for the perfect berries. Not too light, not too dark - they had to pluck off the vine just right. Eat one, save one, eat one, save one. There is nothing better than fresh raspberries right off the vine.