Why the heck does raspberry have a "p"? Legend has it, intrepid Roman, Pliny the Elder, stumbled upon a bramble of deliciousness on Mount Ida, stuffed his pockets, and ran down to share with his buddies. Delicious, they agreed. Worthy of a great name. But what if we sneak a "p" in there out of spite as a secret test for future generations? It might get lost in pronunciation, but it's still there, just like the raspberry in this cookie. Tart. Bright. Waiting to sneak up on you and tie everything together perfectly.