Thursday, August 9, 2012
Thanks to Goal #4, my peach tree got plenty of water this season. As a result, this:
We have harvested a few dozen (less than half of what was on the tree, thanks to birds and bees) of the most beautiful, sweet, juicy Elberta peaches imaginable. And not just in a "Oh, it's from my garden and it's really yummy" kind of way. Like in a "the best peaches I've ever eaten in my life" kind of way.
I planted this tree just over two years ago, and I chose this type of peach because that gold and red flesh makes me swoon. And it's a freestone variety, which makes slicing them a breeze, as Chad demonstrated in preparation for our first peach-themed baking session.
It was cobbler night tonight.
Cookie Day back in 2008. With store-bought peaches *gasp!*. The blue background and lighting makes me cringe, but I love the texture shown. I didn't take a good picture tonight, because well, Chad and I ate the whole pan. In one sitting.)
Up next on the menu? Peaches and Cream Pie? Peach Cupcakes? Chicken with Peaches and Basil? We'll see how long they last. We've been snacking on them plain. Lincoln loves them, and Bree, who previously didn't like peaches, at a whole one tonight for dessert. Oh, yes. Best peaches ever.