Canned. Crisped. Cobblered. Jammed. Peaches. One of the benefits of living in Utah is access to the best peaches in the country. Yeah, yeah... I know all about Georgia peaches. But, with all due respect, like my great-grandfather used to say to my Mom: “Peaches grow in Texas, they grow in Georgia, too; but it takes a state like Utah to grow a peach like you.”
Well, okay, that was more about my mom than the peaches, but nevertheless, Utah peaches are SO GOOD. And, this year, I’ve got a boatload of them. We have an orchard just up the road from our house. Last year, I went and bought two bushels of them. Luckily, my son, Josh, was home and he and I spent an entire day canning peaches. We ended up with 42 quart bottles and 24 pint bottles. They were de-lish. And... they lasted all the way from last September to this past June. They lasted longer in the house than Josh did. He’s been in New Zealand since January. But, every time we’d pull out a bottle of peaches, I’d think of him. I’d remember that day he was busy peeling, slicing and filling jars with sugar and water. Okay... excuse me a minute while I go have a little cry...
I’m back. Hands and face washed and tissue in hand. This year, well, I had to do it without him. True to form, where was the camera last year!?! (See my previous camera post. Aaarrrrgh!) Anyway, still no camera, so you'll have to take my word for it rather than picture proof of my labors. Total count: 67 quarts and 3 freezer bags of sliced peaches to be used throughout the winter for smoothies, cobblers and crisps. It’s anybody’s guess how long these will last. Maybe I'll save the very last bottle to serve when Josh comes home from New Zealand.