Peaches

I was trying to come up with some witty opening line, but I haven't had a Code Red Cherry Mountain Dew in awhile (trying to quit) so I'm a little fuzzy and couldn't come up with a stinkin' thing. So, just "peaches" will have to work for now. I know, a little boring and bland but it's the best I can do.

Not last Friday, but the Friday before. We (Derek, Kendal, Mary Jo (my SIL), Ellie (my niece), and myself headed out to the church orchard to pick peaches. They had already harvested what they needed so they told the members they could go out and pick. When we got there, we found a whole row that had been missed being picked. So we had a peach picking party. We got some great pictures but they're on Mary Jo's camera and I have neglected my good SIL duties by helping her get them off. Someday Mary Jo....someday.

We picked a whole bunch of peaches and I had the great idea to make peach jam. Yup, the great, marvelous, heavenly idea. I think I'm a train wreck from start to finish when I try and attempt things I've never done.

"Well self, this recipe seems a little small. I think I'd have to do a lot of batches if I only did them one at a time. I know, let's quadruple it."

"Hmm, self, that didn't work too well. I guess there's a reason you don't quadruple the recipe."

"But, look self! I got 14 jars of runny jam that slides off the bread when you put it on! Genius!"

Later, I made some more batches and they turned out beautifully. I guess there's a reason that you should follow recipes. But, if anyone wants some peach-raspberry topping for ice cream let me know and I'll hook you up!