It is ever so amazing, the things that bring
us back to our childhoods . . .
A dear friend of mine visited me from my
home town and brought peaches to share.
From that unique scent, from the first bite,
I was transported back in time.
My parents used to pack us up in the old
car and take us to the orchard. We picked
our own as that provided us with a cheaper
price. They they would wash the peaches,
slice them and lay them out on tables in a
greenhouse for them to dry. Healthy snacks
for all winter. My fave was to eat them
when they were just about half dry. Wow!
Then there was canning . . . mother always
insisted on 200 jars of different produce
all summer long. Apricots, plums, both
sweet and sour cherries, asparagus, green
beans. Beets and cucumbers to pickle . . .
Our kitchen was a sauna for the entire
season; make no mistake!
Still peaches were number one . . . raw,
dried, canned, smoothies, peaches on toast,
peach pie and peach cobbler. No wonder
I've been stepping down memory lane ever
since my friend walked in with the peaches!
what a temptation
me thinks twas peach enticed eve
the obvious choice
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