I picked two of these baskets of peaches today. There are still some on the tree, but they will require the long arm of Hub Man to reach them. I saved them for him to pick when he gets home from work today.
Growing up in a colder climate, I never thought I would be picking peaches off my own tree, ever. I exchanged my love of snow in the winter for these plump ruddy fuzzy skinned wonders.
So now I have some decisions to make. Do I make cobbler? Peach Pie? Can them? Freeze them? Make freezer jam? Or just do the logical thing, get out the knife and the bib and eat the whole lot fresh, right now.
Actually, if you want to reach Peach Nirvana, get some good peaches and prepare to can them. You have to dip them in boiling water to get the skins to slide off. So you do the dipping, and they stay in there for a minute or so. Then put them in a sink of cool water and slip that skin off. Then you cut the peach in half, take out the pit and mash the whole half into your mouth...... I mean, you eat it warm and sweet, standing at the sink. This will give you the nourishment you need to continue your peach canning work.
Repeat as needed.
I have already sampled the ones that had little flaws in them and needed to be eaten right away.... sigh. Wish I could share them with you all. Peaches. My favorite fruit. They are O'Henry variety by the way.
I think I'm leaning heavily to making some freezer jam with some of them...
Agitated today. Flitting to one thing, then another. My knee is jumping up and down and I have the urge to flee to the backyard right now, but I am trying to stick it out and finish this entry. It is such an odd feeling for someone who used to be able to sit for hours and read a book cover to cover in one afternoon, in supreme serenity. Where is that person? Where did she go? What is it about peri-menopause that renders one so..... scattered? So, nervous? So, whackybrained? So, A.D.D.ish?
Give me answers! I want answers now! . . . Knee jumps up and down in anticipation of.... What?
And for heavens sake, nobody is allowed to leave the answer.... "42"..... I don't think Douglas Adams ever went through peri-menopause okay?
I'm rambling close to the point of incoherancy. I gotta go.
( Great. Keep going. Far far away. And oh yeah, forget to write! )
Meany. You can't get on my nerves today though.
I have PEACHES!