We went peach picking on Sunday. We were prepared for the cold and rain, as per local weather reports, but when we got to Fix Brothers Fruit Farm in Hudson, NY it was sunny, hot and humid. The rain from the night before made everything feel a little swampy and I swear something about the clouds and the light refraction (?) caused me to get a smidge sunburned in record time. So as magical as peach picking sounds, I was happy enough to hurry along so we could get back to the air conditioned car and off to eat some Mexican food.
We tried not to go overboard, since we aren't planning on doing any canning. One things leads to another, though, and we walked away with 13 pounds of them. Which is insane, since I never even realized that peaches grew in New York. I always assumed they were more of a southern crop. Georgia peaches and such.
Peaches are on the brain this week. Last night I made another awesome peach cake and tonight I'm making a batch of peach freezer jam. We're considering making peaches and cream yogurt popsicles, peach salsa, peach bbq sauce and/or a peach pie. Of course, we've been gobbling them up as-is and slicing them for our cereal and vanilla ice cream. Any other ideas for our little harvest?
After peach-picking and lunch at Mexican Radio, Chris and I wandered around downtown Hudson for a little bit until the muggy-ness won out. What follows is a conversation we had with an antique dealer:
Guy: What brings you to the area?
Me: Oh, we just went peach picking!
Guy: (Pause) And why would you do something like that?
Me: So we can... eat peaches.
Guy: You know you could just... go to the store and buy them. It's much easier.
Me: But now we know where they came from and that they are super fresh.
Guy: Ooookay. So then do you also do that for apples and cherries and stuff?
Me: When we can!
Guy: (Rolls eyes)
(As we are leaving...)
Guy: Are you looking for anything in particular?
Chris: Yeah, do you have any peaches?