Adam wanted to go to a farm show with some of his buddies in Kansas. I asked him what was in it for me if I let him go, and he said, "I will bring you back some peaches." I then then quickly said OK, shoo, run, get me some peaches. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE fresh peaches.
This is what he brought back, a box of peaches. I was more excited to see them than I was him. Is that wrong? I think it is healthy to have a fondness of fruit. Defiantly when you can only get them in the summer. Makes you want them even more.
Come to find out, I only had half a box of peaches. I was disappointed at first, but then quickly realized that maybe a whole box of peaches to work up might be a little ambitious of me. But I was so dreaming of peaches the night before.
Let the work begin. The downfall of plump, juicy peaches is that when you are peeling them and cutting them juice is running down your arm. I hated to throw some out, but there was nothing (and I do really mean nothing) that I could salvage from it.
There is my bowl of golden delicious peaches. Your mouth is watering right now, I can tell. There is something about peaches that just takes you back to a simpler time. When people cut peaches, they didn't just open a can or peel back plastic. Every time I cut a peach I think of my mom who taught me how to cut a peach, who I think learned from my grandmother. Such memories.
I am now passing my techniques onto Rosoce. Not really, he was just waiting for a piece to fall so he could lick it up. Little did he know, I don't love him as much as I do my peaches.
All the hours, all the peeling, all the cutting, and I got four bags of peaches to last a whole year. That is not nearly enough. I will have to find more peaches and quick. I did have one more bag....
but you can't do all that work and not save some out for use right then. So I made a Peachy Keen Cobbler, a recipe that I got from my sister in law. It is heavenly.
I will just tempt you will some pictures.
The finished product. It was magnificent. Adam fell in love with me all over again, and Rosoce was licking his lips all night after he got to eat my leftover ice cream. A perfect night in the woods.
