I have been to that New Hampshire orchard before and I was transported back there by your description. I loved how beautiful and peaceful it was there, a treat for the eye as well as the gifts of aroma and the sweet taste. It was easy to get carried away picking, as each peach I encountered was more beautiful and perfect than the last. The feel of picking your own fuzzy peaches is a delight! And then there’s the eating and the baking.
Happily, we live next door to our picker/writer; a few of those peaches migrated our way -- they were just as described. Who knew New Hampshire was the south?
One year, maybe 30 years ago, we planted a peach tree in our backyard, here in town. Very few years later we got peaches: Gobs of ‘em! They were as small as you’ve caught in your spot on description. But there were sooooo many, we didn’t care.
We made jam, froze some, shared many, and made pie.
Gotta admit we bragged about that tree and thought we’d discovered gold.
Shortly, a winter cold snap … turned into a bitter cold nap. That year the squirrels had the few fruits, and after that the sweet tree just kinda withered bit by bit…. Until today.
Your dripping juice brought the brag back. And I’ve a recipe for peach pie that actually gives permission to use canned peaches. I’ll send it when I find it.
Indeed it does! I look forward to getting the recipe. My neighbor had some peach trees in his yard. They produced those tiny peaches, but I didn't feel I could just walk up and pick them. Then he (unaccountably) cut them all down. Maybe he had too many lean years.
I have been to that New Hampshire orchard before and I was transported back there by your description. I loved how beautiful and peaceful it was there, a treat for the eye as well as the gifts of aroma and the sweet taste. It was easy to get carried away picking, as each peach I encountered was more beautiful and perfect than the last. The feel of picking your own fuzzy peaches is a delight! And then there’s the eating and the baking.
Thanks for sharing the recipes!
A pleasure in every way!
A pleasure in every way!
Happily, we live next door to our picker/writer; a few of those peaches migrated our way -- they were just as described. Who knew New Hampshire was the south?
Right? I never thought of it that way either ... until now.
I brought "Peach Crisp" with the end of my peach haul to the choir dinner last night and it was a hit!
Oh, I bet it did!
One year, maybe 30 years ago, we planted a peach tree in our backyard, here in town. Very few years later we got peaches: Gobs of ‘em! They were as small as you’ve caught in your spot on description. But there were sooooo many, we didn’t care.
We made jam, froze some, shared many, and made pie.
Gotta admit we bragged about that tree and thought we’d discovered gold.
Shortly, a winter cold snap … turned into a bitter cold nap. That year the squirrels had the few fruits, and after that the sweet tree just kinda withered bit by bit…. Until today.
Your dripping juice brought the brag back. And I’ve a recipe for peach pie that actually gives permission to use canned peaches. I’ll send it when I find it.
One good thing deserves another, right? ❤️
Indeed it does! I look forward to getting the recipe. My neighbor had some peach trees in his yard. They produced those tiny peaches, but I didn't feel I could just walk up and pick them. Then he (unaccountably) cut them all down. Maybe he had too many lean years.
Wonderful!! I can taste, see and smell. Yum.
Yes! And some of the peaches are still sitting on my kitchen counter giving off their amazing perfume!
Can’t wait to try the recipes. The Stow peaches are wonderful this year!
And, yes, Stow is where I always picked peaches. I'm sure you've already figured that out!
Oh, I hope you do make a pie! Or two! Would love to hear about it/them!