Last weekend we went peach, blueberry and grape picking. When you drive almost an hour to go picking - you do all that is available. Why because you can. Then you may end up picking 25lbs of peaches. TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS. Good grief. Those plump golden fuzzy things are sitting in a back bedroom with the door closed so someone doesn't' sink any teeth into them. It's happened before... Contessa!? As we wait until the ripen - they have great plans awaiting them in a lovely glass jar. Peach jam and canned peaches - some serious goodness in a jar.
I love you peaches.