which_chick | (no subject)

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.