Ah peaches, one of the best fruits on the planet for sure. The canned and store bought don't hold a candle to the fresh variety. The kind that when you bite into them are warm and ripe and juices drip off your chin.
This is the time of year when you see fruit stands on the side of the state highways. FRESH PEACHES - straight from Georgia, South Carolina, or Alabama!
I don't even have to pull off on the side of the road - they get hand delivered to my door!
How lucky I am to have a sister who lives in Alabama and brings us some every year the first of June
And oh, they are soooo good. Ian confirmed it.
But this year I decided to try and make a peach pie (at J's request), homemade crust and all.
My crust - made it the way my momma does. Lots of Crisco.
Cooked the peaches with some butter, cinnamon, sugar, and flour.
While the little man systematically removed everything from the lower kitchen cabinets.
My perfectly imperfect crissed crossed top.
Hot out of the oven.
Thanks sis!
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