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[which_chick]

This morning I had end-of-life peaches in my fridge. As astute readers probably guessed on Monday, I dealt with peaches in bulk over the weekend, since a bushel of peaches waits for no-one. I froze about half a bushel, peeled and sliced, as for pie. They, yellow wedges of sunshine, are nestled safely in my freezer for when it's cold and dark and snowy and a peach pie would be *just* the thing. Several just-the-things, really. I made about half a bushel into quite lush peach preserves containing nothing more than peaches and sugar, yield 9 1/2 pints of indulgence. I gave three flawless peaches to my grandmother, and saved enough for a pie, allowing for two or three to be off. This morning, I had to either make the pie or admit that I didn't want to make the pie and throw away food. Because throwing away food is *wrong*, because the employee had put in a request earlier this week, and because it was cool enough this morning for the pie dough to be moderately cooperative (it gets less so on very hot, sticky days), I made the pie.

It's cooling on the counter right now.

Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair. :)

Comments

[ex-oki86.livejournal.com]

It looks pretty yummy. :)

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

It is pretty yummy. The peaches this year were spectacular to start with and I assure you that I am no slouch in the pie department. I make very, very good pies starting with flour, salt, crisco, water, fruit, sugar, butter, (sometimes) cinnamon, (sometimes) almond extract, and (sometimes) cornstarch. There are no other ingredients. (The 'sometimes' means some pies have it and some don't. Apple pie does not contain almond extract or cornstarch. Cherry pie contains both but no cinnamon. The 'sometimes' ingredients vary with the type of pie. The only pies I willingly make are apple, peach, and cherry... my repetoire is larger, but those are the ones I will make without extensive amounts of whining.)

It's half gone now (two pieces to me, one to the employee, one to the other employee). It'll be gone tonight after work (piece to grandma, the last three pieces to Lala's house) but such is the nature of food. It exists to be eaten.