Peaches come in a can, they were put there by a man …
Or a woman, as the case may be. I took Picasso and Cassatt and met with some friends to go peach picking today. Unfortunately, I left my camera at home, so no pictures. (ADD moment #1.) When we got there, they told us we should have called ahead, the peaches aren’t ripe enough for picking today. (ADD moment #2.)
They took us on a tractor ride anyway, through the orchards, which is really the most I expected the boys to get out of the experience anyway. They picked a couple fruits off the trees for us (a green apple and a peach). Picasso wasn’t interested, they were too tough for him to chew. He doesn’t eat skins, either, and I couldn’t convince him to take a big enough bite to get more than skin. Cassatt loved them, though. Munched on the apple, or maybe he was just drinking the juices. When he dropped it, I gave him the peach, and he ate about half of it. Over the course of an hour, he LOVED that thing! (When I say it took an hour, it was at his mouth most of the time. And he wouldn’t let it go.)
After the tractor, we went to the country store. I was thinking about getting some extra peaches to freeze — I froze some peaches a few years ago and they were WONDERFUL. And we had “fresh” peaches all year. So I bought a bushel. (I know, I know, ADD moment #3 there. How would that even fit in the car with 2 carseats?) So far, I’ve frozen 8 of them, and it doesn’t even look like I made a dent in the box.
Tonight I bought some canning jars, we’ll see how that goes. I’ve set up a Pinterest board to help me find recipes again, and my goal is to have most of the box done by the end of the week. I’m going to be busy!!!