Simple, delicious recipes
Ever since we returned from holidays I’ve felt a little blah about my kitchen or anything in it. I was starting to think there was something wrong with me. A food blogger who doesn’t want to cook or eat?! Then the cooler weather hit and all was well. I’m back to my old baking and eating self. My family is relieved I’m sure….
Farm Bound, how I love thee.
Each month I head down to our local pool and pick up my farm bound box, a good sized shipment of produce from our Southern friends. It’s the best kind of online shopping – edible!
This month I added a 20 pound box of cherries to my order. The other ones my family and I picked on holidays are long gone now….
I have to tell you about the peach issue I had. It’s been bothering me all week! I can’t even think about it without squirming. I was making peach jam, going along my merry way when I sliced into one of the larger peaches, twisted it in half and out of the pit came a bug of some sort. It kind of looked confused like it hadn’t seen the light of day in quite some time. The nasty thing slithered out and because of my panicky shaking motions, ended up down the drain. Gross!! I then took necessary precautions of pouring scorching hot water down both drains and plugged them with sink stoppers. I read once that ear wigs sometimes make their way into peach pits. Shudder!!
Probably not the best way to start blog post about this delicious peach pie but I assure you only non-bug infested peaches made their way into the recipe. This pie almost used up the remaining box I brought back with me from holidays. I was able to can boozy peaches, froze a bunch of individual slices on cookie sheets, made peach jam (that ruined my week) and now on to this pie. The remaining few will most likely end up in our green smoothies or as bed time snacks for the kids….
Going back a few weeks I got an email from my mom with the subject: Easter Dinner Sunday – I’m making ham, your uncle is making scalloped potatoes and I’ll put you on desserts. Well ok then!
I ran through all the possibilities and went through many sticky notes at work. Apple pie – scratch that. Made it at Christmas. Chocolate cake – scribble. Eaten too many mini eggs. Then I remembered a pie I made about three years ago. Caramel peach crumble pie. It was so good that I delivered a few pieces across town to my parents at 9pm in full blown pajama attire….
