66 Square Feet: Peach Melba

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Peach Melba

I poached farmers' market (Cherry Hill Farms, at Union Square) yellow cling peaches in water, sugar, lemon peel and cinnamon. Cooled them. Whipped some cream. In lieu of raspberries, reduced a cupful of It until it was a syrup.

Peaches + Cream + Syrup = Yum

6 comments:

flwrjane said...: see,this is why i'm such a devoted reader! i can now return to work, do one last flower arrangement for the day and dream on...; September 12, 2009 5:29 PM
dinahmow said...: In some households the equation might also be written: peaches+cream+syrup=meep; September 12, 2009 6:20 PM
Gigi said...: I am living on an island right now. I have no peaches. The little grocery store here is closed for the night. Damn.

God, I love peach melba.; September 12, 2009 6:27 PM
BumbleVee said...: "It" and anything....YUM.......; September 13, 2009 2:18 PM
My Farmhouse Kitchen said...: Your peaches looked beautiful.I can smell them!

I was lucky enough to get my hands on some giant white peaches here at The Avila Barn. The variety: Pink Moon. Can you stand it? I swooned when I saw that name.

And that pie. What can I say?; September 14, 2009 12:50 PM
quiltcat said...: heaven!!!; September 14, 2009 5:07 PM

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It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

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