Canning Peaches
Tonight Julie and I made a rhubarb cobbler. It was excellent, even better than the last rhubarb cobbler. Before long cold weather will freeze the rhubarb but we're prepared. We'll have peach cobbler.
A few weeks ago a co-worker asked if I was interested in purchasing a box of peaches. She knows an elderly lady who buys them from a grower in Utah and resells them. I was interested but deferred answering until I checked with Julie. Our freezer is small and is usually full. A box of peaches could be preserved only if canned.
Canned Peaches.
It's been years since I last bought a box of peaches, probably somewhere around 1985. I have fond memories of winter pies.
When the peaches arrived I wanted to work in the garden, feel the breeze, enjoy the sun, listen to the birds and do it all guilt free. Impossible! It was just plain wrong to say "Here's a box of peaches. Spend all morning in the kitchen canning them. When the weather turns cold make a peach pie. Oh, and a pot of coffee."
Instead of going to the garden I put peaches in boiling water, took them out and removed the skins, sliced them, tossed them with fruit fresh, packed jars and had a great time doing it. We both did. We canned several quarts and froze two quarts.
In about two months when the weather is cold and a wind is blowing I'll build a fire in the stove, I'll start a pot of coffee and I'll suggest making a peach pie. We had fun canning the peaches together and we'll have fun making the pie together.
Today is October 2. Were he still living, my father would celebrate his 99th birthday. Interesting how, after all these years, I still remember this date and anticipate it.
A few weeks ago a co-worker asked if I was interested in purchasing a box of peaches. She knows an elderly lady who buys them from a grower in Utah and resells them. I was interested but deferred answering until I checked with Julie. Our freezer is small and is usually full. A box of peaches could be preserved only if canned.
Canned Peaches.
It's been years since I last bought a box of peaches, probably somewhere around 1985. I have fond memories of winter pies.
When the peaches arrived I wanted to work in the garden, feel the breeze, enjoy the sun, listen to the birds and do it all guilt free. Impossible! It was just plain wrong to say "Here's a box of peaches. Spend all morning in the kitchen canning them. When the weather turns cold make a peach pie. Oh, and a pot of coffee."
Instead of going to the garden I put peaches in boiling water, took them out and removed the skins, sliced them, tossed them with fruit fresh, packed jars and had a great time doing it. We both did. We canned several quarts and froze two quarts.
In about two months when the weather is cold and a wind is blowing I'll build a fire in the stove, I'll start a pot of coffee and I'll suggest making a peach pie. We had fun canning the peaches together and we'll have fun making the pie together.
Today is October 2. Were he still living, my father would celebrate his 99th birthday. Interesting how, after all these years, I still remember this date and anticipate it.
posted by Paul at 2:30 AM
2 Comments:
Thank you, Paul, for sharing this story. Simple pleasures. Compassion. Mindfulness. You teach by example.
Our first house had several peach trees. I learned how to can and we enjoyed canned peaches all winter. Delicious!
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