Peaches

I decided to break up all the photos I have to post into categories based on food, mainly since that how I think of things. Pretty much everything revolves around food, meals and what is coming next. A good friend of mine's mother and step-father just bought an orchard south of town. The orchard has been ignored for the past four years which makes it well on it's way to being organic, the goal of the new owners. Despite the fact that they still live in New England they are running the orchard on a small scale. It is open for "you pick" and the harvest is amazing. We missed the cherries but now there are peaches and plums with nectarines just around the corner. The fall will bring apples and pears and if I can pipe in suggestions, raw cider. Growing up my mom's parents had fruit trees growing around the farm and lived very near a large orchard. I have very fond memories of picking peaches and apples with my grandmother. Not much can compare to peaches warm from the sun over vanilla ice cream. I was pretty excited to head down to the orchard this past weekend. Sharing fun food memories with our children means a lot to me. I have to say the orchard was everything I wanted it to be. Not much. No fancy anything just trees, limbs heavy with fruit, open space, great views and warm sun. We got there early so we could get out before the warm sun turned into gross way too hot sun. I know Megan's mom and step-father will want to do more with the orchard, but I hope, for my own selfish reasons, that they keep it a bit wild and free. There is something about all those trees lined in rows, so planned, in contrast to the freedom of minimal structure and harvesting your own food. Regardless, I have to admit, I am pretty excited to be "on the inside loop" of an orchard. If I had any free time I would totally volunteer my time there. Even the mowing looks like fun.

The kids seemed to really enjoy it as well. It took about two minutes for them to start digging in.








We picked quite a haul of ripe peaches. So many in fact that I was afraid we wouldn't be able to eat them fast enough, so I made a pie. Because when life gives you too many ripe peaches, what else can you do? Despite the peaches being so juicy and making the bottom crust a bit soggy, I would still rank this crust as in my top 5. It was also a sneaky way to make dessert for Eric. Sunday was his birthday but he won't let us celebrate it so I have to bit a cleaver.








Otto is a true Storb child and a major pie fan. Waiting for it to cool was a tough job.





Stay tuned for Plums!

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