I hadn’t tasted a gooseberry until I was in my late 30’s. I was in my dear friend Viola’s garden when I saw a unique bush growing on the edge of the vegetable bed. There it was with sweet delicate frilly leaves dotted with darling red green orbs. They were ripe. I picked one and popped it in my mouth. The skin was much thicker than a grape. Then the center burst. My mouth filled with a sweet tartness. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted. It was delicious. At that moment, I knew I wanted to grow a bush or two in my own gardens. I began researching gooseberries.