I don't want to live in a world without peaches. Really. And I only like canned peaches pureed into Bellini Soup (is there such a thing?) or on top of cottage cheese for lunch in the winter if I'm just desperate and out of time and am feeling tres fat. And while, "Sorry don't get it done, Dude," is one of the more famous John Wayne quotes, I often remember him in front of a campfire, "Open me up a can of those peaches." Poor cowboys. They didn't have fresh peaches. Just cooked, peeled, old canned things.
In St. Paul, we've had peaches from several places for a few weeks. And some of them have been glorious. We're still waiting for Colorado western-slope, but that's as it should be. Having lived in Colorado for years, I'm not addicted to those peaches. In fact, I like peaches from other states better. (These are fighting words, I know. Sorry, Colorado.) There's just not enough rain in Colorado for fruit trees. Around Penrose, (south of Colorado Springs) there are some apple orchards that nearly bite the dust every few years despite large-scale irrigation.
Here are some of my favorite ways with peaches:
|Unadorned and sweetly loved|
|Into a salsa for fish or pork or chicken or as a salad all alone with avocado||.|
|Grilled with a little fresh cheese, thyme and a squiggle of honey|
|Here's the salsa served with a grilled pork chop and my mustard tarragon green bean salad.|
First off was Peach Shortcake and I recommend it highly if only because the shortcakes bake quickly and you could even do them in a counter top oven should you be blessed enough to have one. I am not. Second was Elvis Presley's Favorite Cake with Peaches and (homemade) Ginger Ice Cream. For some reason (not wanting to appear the forever blogger at dinner)--I only have a pic of the cake. But you'll get the idea.