Lovely prose, per usual. BUT you distress me with bowl of peaches apparently prepped by your volunteer sous chef. Evidence = someone peeled the peaches. Ugh. Maybe used a knife? And not a particularly sharp one? No. No....
I can't help (or explain) right now, as I need to leave asap to head to up to my fav Lake Ontario peach orchard.
Muttering curmudgeonly, "slip the skins..." Marcie
P.S. Do you want my mother's recipe for Pickled Peaches? Or Edna's (Lewis) for Brandied Peaches?
Lovely prose, per usual. BUT you distress me with bowl of peaches apparently prepped by your volunteer sous chef. Evidence = someone peeled the peaches. Ugh. Maybe used a knife? And not a particularly sharp one? No. No....
I can't help (or explain) right now, as I need to leave asap to head to up to my fav Lake Ontario peach orchard.
Muttering curmudgeonly, "slip the skins..." Marcie
P.S. Do you want my mother's recipe for Pickled Peaches? Or Edna's (Lewis) for Brandied Peaches?