Friday, September 10, 2010
Peach Passion Play
It was late in the day when I finally made it to the local farmers' market a few weeks back. The peaches were practically perfect in every way (sorry--just saw the Broadway production of Mary Poppins, which was practically perfect in every way)--I'd already chosen one 3 or 4 lb. bag from one vendor. Then I was almost walking out when I thought: Hey. Let's get another little basket of peaches.
Well, how could I spend a little bit of money on a couple of pounds of peaches when the CASE was only $10. That's right. 23 pounds of peaches for ten bucks. I'm in.
I pulled the DMB (that's death mobile--the van I drive. Don't ask.) around, the farmer loaded the peaches up into the van, and I had to think fast...how was I going to work my way through that many peaches?
This is how:
There was the spur of the moment peach pie when a friend (Hi, Michelle Marie!) came for dinner.
There was the peach/vanilla/rum jam that the lovely Celia from Fig Jam and Lime Cordial coached me through (pectin is...odd. Oh, and not so very easy to find. I'll try Celia's homemade pectin next time). Can we all just agree this jam is a little bit of heaven? It was supposed to be peach vanilla BOURBON jam (no problem with that), but rum was all we had...um...poor us? Nope. Lucky us because rum reeeaaaaallly goes well with peaches and vanilla.
There was peach ice cream AND there was ginger peach sorbet (oh, yum)
There was peach cobbler (meh. I shoulda made peach crisp--who doesn't love the crisp part of a
And of course there were as many juicy, ripe, lovely peaches throughout each day until they were all gone.
Believe it or not, I'm heading out again tomorrow, hoping I find another case. Oh, and all the tomatoes I can fit into the car.
And aren't peaches just the prettiest things to capture in photos? I think so.