This week could be summer’s last blast for native peaches here.
Isn’t that sad?
Yesterday I got a huge bag of ripe peaches from the farmstand down the road. We couldn’t eat them all right away, so I picked out the softest ones to make a peach-blueberry cobbler with vanilla-cream biscuits. Peach cobbler is just fine by itself, but adding blueberries kicks it up into something sublime.
Exactly a year ago I got myself in a tizzy.
We start the new school year at the farm with a potluck luncheon meeting the first Friday of every September. Last year I didn’t remember till late that morning that I hadn’t even thought about what to make for my potluck offering.
Last month Luray and I were on vacation in Canada and OF COURSE we had to go shopping for vintage goodies at the appropriately named Lakeshore Antiques and Treasures near Niagara-on-the-Lake, ON.
What’s midcentury-mod and four shades of lime green, from Persian to Key?
If you answered “a full set of Pyrex Verde Cinderella mixing bowls,” you’re right!
Since yesterday was The Feast of Epiphany—aka Three Kings Day—I finally baked some Three Kings Cake today.
I’m only a day late!
Why it’s called “cake” is a mystery. It’s not cake. It’s a barely-sweet yeast bread studded with bits of yummy dried fruit, baked in the shape of a king’s crown and topped with cherry “jewels.” Yep, there’s more!