I picked two of these baskets of peaches today. There are still some on the tree, but they will require the long arm of Hub Man to reach them. I saved them for him to pick when he gets home from work today.
Growing up in a colder climate, I never thought I would be picking peaches off my own tree, ever. I exchanged my love of snow in the winter for these plump ruddy fuzzy skinned wonders.
So now I have some decisions to make. Do I make cobbler? Peach Pie? Can them? Freeze them? Make freezer jam? Or just do the logical thing, get out the knife and the bib and eat the whole lot fresh, right now.
Actually, if you want to reach Peach Nirvana, get some good peaches and prepare to can them. You have to dip them in boiling water to get the skins to slide off. So you do the dipping, and they stay in there for a minute or so. Then put them in a sink of cool water and slip that skin off. Then you cut the peach in half, take out the pit and mash the whole half into your mouth...... I mean, you eat it warm and sweet, standing at the sink. This will give you the nourishment you need to continue your peach canning work.
Repeat as needed.
I have already sampled the ones that had little flaws in them and needed to be eaten right away.... sigh. Wish I could share them with you all. Peaches. My favorite fruit. They are O'Henry variety by the way.
I think I'm leaning heavily to making some freezer jam with some of them...
Agitated today. Flitting to one thing, then another. My knee is jumping up and down and I have the urge to flee to the backyard right now, but I am trying to stick it out and finish this entry. It is such an odd feeling for someone who used to be able to sit for hours and read a book cover to cover in one afternoon, in supreme serenity. Where is that person? Where did she go? What is it about peri-menopause that renders one so..... scattered? So, nervous? So, whackybrained? So, A.D.D.ish?
Give me answers! I want answers now! . . . Knee jumps up and down in anticipation of.... What?
And for heavens sake, nobody is allowed to leave the answer.... "42"..... I don't think Douglas Adams ever went through peri-menopause okay?
I'm rambling close to the point of incoherancy. I gotta go.
( Great. Keep going. Far far away. And oh yeah, forget to write! )
Meany. You can't get on my nerves today though.
I have PEACHES!
Comments (11)
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Rachel xx
what is it that is so fantastic about growing your own food? I think it is the luxury of abundance and availability
x
But the peach was good.
Shalom
I think you should do a little of everything; peach pie for today, canned for later and some peach butter or preserves for your toast on a grey winter morning to bring you back to this fine summer day. :)
you make plucking the fruit in your life to be such a religious experience by sharing it with us through writing and taking these beautiful photos to enhance the moment
peach trees are exotic for me also yes i am more accustomed to the tundra
mon amie i think it is wonderful to be scattered and there are so many rich experiences in life to focus on we cant be single minded we will miss out on too much beauty and if you want to thank menopause well so be it
you are a sweetheart mon amie
a la prochaine
shabat shalom
ichandra
those peaches look entirely divine and enticing!!!!
Shabbat Shalom,
~Cali
what about making Peach butter?
Alli
Shalom
Missed you yesterday.