Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Everything is just peachy

While I was gone all weekend, my honey plucked all the peaches off the little peach tree in our front yard. I feel a bit like Bubba Gump and his shrimp because of all the peach dishes I'm making.

We gave peaches to my sister-in-law for a thank you gift for letting us stay there. We gave peaches to my next door neighbor, some to the folks across the street and some to some neighbors on the next block. My compost pile got some, too, that weren't looking too good.

Tonight, I've been baking. I've got peach cobbler, peach bread, peach bread ... and tomorrow, I'm making peach jam. I need to talk to my mother-in-law about canning the stuff, so I do it right. The pictures are two of the dishes I baked and the bowl of leftover peaches.

Of course, now I'm singing "moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches."


  • At 6:42 PM, July 27, 2007, Blogger Mo K said…

    Peaches?!?! How wonderful to have your own tree! I haven't been buying them because I can't tell if they'll be any good until after I cut into it, and we've had too many mealy ones here. The last peaches I've had were from Harry & David as a gift. They're a "known quantity", so they'll always be good. Wish I could get that kind of assurance from the local grocer.

    And I wish I was your neighbor! :-)


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