(First I should say that while I’m trying hard to resurrect this blog, I’m also trying to resurrect another blog for work, where you can find all sorts of interesting observations, stories and trends. So don’t miss it.)
Now then…
On Sunday we drove out to the Blue Ridge mountains to visit our favorite orchard and pick some peaches. We’d been to pick apples in the fall a few times, but have wanted to try catching the peach season in the summer, so I was glad that we were able to take a Sunday afternoon and accomplish this. We took some food for a picnic lunch, which we then ended up eating in the car once we got there, due to several pop up thunderstorms in the area. By the time we had parked and ate our lunch, the rain had passed and we were able to get out in the orchard and go to work on the trees. I’m not sure what’s so fun about getting out and picking your own fruit, but it really is a lot of fun. Probably too much, as we ended up with about sixteen pounds of peaches after it was said and done. Yes, sixteen. For two people. Still, it was worth the price if not for the peaches themselves, for the activity itself. It was way cheaper than an amusement park. And plus — peaches!
Of course then after hauling them home, we had to figure out what to *do* with all of these peaches. Besides just eating them out of hand or, you know, taking pictures of them. Because there’s really only so many peaches you can realistically eat in a day. So we ended up making a huge peach cobbler, peach jam, peach toaster strudel (part of my evil genius showing here), some were sliced up to freeze and save for later… and I have a few left that I need to either bake into something, eat or … alas… throw out, as they’re going to be over-ripe very soon.
Even though for a few days it felt like I was being overtaken by peaches, I’m not sure there’s really a better summer fruit or a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon outdoors, picking perfect peaches, surrounded by the awesome Blue Ridge mountains.
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