We went to a peach orchard over the weekend and came home with as many peaches as we could pick.... sweet and delicious locally-grown peaches that are just so good. One after the other, without a bad one in the bunch. They don't all get ripe at the same time, thank goodness, so I've been checking them every morning and then again at night, taking the ripe ones and putting them in the fridge, leaving the others in bowls on the dining room table.
I've already looked through a few of my cookbooks..... I've made peach cobbler with a souffle-like topping that was very good... because the peaches are so sweet, I hardly used any sugar at all when I mixed up the batter.
At the local thrift store last year, I had found an old copy of a cookbook from this particular peach orchard.... written years ago by the wife of the orchard's owner. Every recipe imaginable is in that book, all of which call for peaches. There are thousands of peach trees, nectarine trees, and blackberry bushes on that orchard property, and I can only imagine the hours of work that go into such a business. The owner is getting up there in age, and I have to wonder who will take over when he can no longer do such hard work.
We got there early in the morning on Saturday, right when they opened the gates at eight o'clock in the morning... friends J and J drove there, and we all had empty boxes in the back of the car, waiting to be filled up with just-picked peaches. The grass was wet (wearing boots or old shoes is a must) and the bees were still sleeping at that hour of the morning. The temperature wasn't at the broiling point yet, so the four of us had a good hour's worth of peach-picking before the sun started to heat up.
From now till the peaches are gone, we'll be having peaches for breakfast, lunch and dinner.... with a few cobblers and pastries tossed in for good measure.
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