Peachy Keen!

On my Summer A-Z List, my plan was to do some raspberry and apricot picking.  We did the raspberry picking a few weeks ago, but the apricot crop was tiny this year, so there weren’t enough of those to pick.  I was bummed, because I really love apricots. 

Visor on?  Check.  Sunglasses under the chin?  Check.  Raspberry container tipped over?  Checkarooni.

We (Dave) made those raspberries into ice cream, and that is such a sordid, horrifying tale that I won’t even tell it, except to say that Dave was very keen to remove every raspberry seed from the raspberries and he strained and strained and strained some more, and there were lots of raspberry guts splashed all over thousands of utensils and two walls and a long section of countertop and then the raspberry ice cream itself was…just…kind of…okay.  Dave’s final word?  “Never.  Again.”

We also ate a lot of raspberries out of hand, but no apricots.  Me so sad.

But now it is peach time!  We went peach picking with my friend Jodi who is a peach-picking expert, and who suggested we all wear long sleeved shirts because peaches can give you a rash, apparently.  Who knew?  Jodi, who is gorgeous, threatened me with bodily harm if I took any pictures of her because she had to rush to meet us at the orchard and was not feeling as glamorous as usual.   But her kids are cute and I’ve got pictures of them for you!

Somehow the only picture I got of her son was one with my son…who got hot in his long-sleeve shirt and is showing off his muscles to the ladies.

Jack basically walked around the orchard eating peaches the whole time. He finally asked me to take a picture of him in a tree (picture below), but the peach he is holding? Went into his mouth about 3 seconds after the camera clicked.

We headed back to the car and paid for our harvest.

My plan was to make peach crisp, peach pie, and peach freezer jam.  I did make the peach crisp using my apple/blueberry crisp recipe, and it was delicious, if I may say so myself. And apparently, I must.

So far, no pie and no freezer jam.  Herbie loves peaches, though, and has been steadily working his way through them.

And by the way,  Jack has a rash from his neck down to his belly button.  I’m betting it was from all the fuzzy peach juice that dripped off his chin, down his neck, and onto his belly for the hour the rest of us were picking peaches.