I mentioned before that September is a tough month. Mom’s and dad’s heavenly birthdays among other things. On the plus side though, B and I will celebrate 35 years of wedded bliss on 9/15. I have been strolling down memory lane day by day as we get closer to the milestone. Good memories mostly. Thankful for that.
Today peaches were on special and I had just read an article about end of summer traditions that included peach cobbler. Well you don’t have to tell me twice.
Except for the peaches & lemon, I had all the other ingredients at home. I re-created mom’s recipe mostly from memory. I had forgotten what we did with the peaches though. I knew enough that they could not go in raw. Everything I found had no water and for the life of me, I assumed I needed more than a tablespoon of lemon juice. Turns out the juice from the peaches with sugar and lemon juice do just fine. I could have eaten the peach “sauce” all by itself. My crust is more blond than I’d care for it to be but the taste is the same. Yes I already took a bite.
Mom was frugal and she never would’ve bought peaches. They were always gifted to us from Mamaw. Mom also didn’t like heating up the kitchen for just one dish. And summer time was not the best time to use the oven either. When she opted to go the cobbler route, she always made meatloaf and scalloped potatoes too because if you were going to turn on the oven and heat up the kitchen, you might as well get your money’s worth.
Continuing the tradition shouldn’t make me sad but it sort of does. I’m really not sure why. I have noticed the change in the weather these past few mornings. And I think dammit, things change whether we want them to or not. Not about the peaches, about something I can’t quite name.
As always, more to come.