You know, in my day job I’m all professional. I knowingly use acronyms. The word “synergy” unironically passes my lips. I’m actually a technical professional, which ups the number of acronyms like 50% from everyone but finance, who has a vocabulary entirely made up of acronyms. Real grownup professional. I swear. Ok, yeah. I don’t buy it either.
Right now I’m sitting at my kitchen table. Monday, my double-fruit share from Farmer Dave showed the ugly side of a bumper crop, when my take-home number of peaches hit thirty-two. 32. That’s THIRTY TWO PEACHES (on top of 8 nectarines). Nearly ten pounds of peaches, people. Now, I’ve made my fair share of peach pies this summer. (Mmmmm…. peach pies.) But 32 peaches is like 4 peach pies. Or maybe three. And I didn’t have TIME for four peach pies. Or pie starter. I knew that I needed to can it. To my surprise and chagrin, peach jam was quite a disappointment last year. It was sugary and crystallized after opening. But apple butter was a delight. So tonight, peach butter. Why not?
Of course, it’s easy to airily say “Why not?” before you have peeled and cubed about 20 peaches, but whatever. I bought a big canner pot this year, for the apple butter. I usually jam with pectin, because that’s how my mom does it, but the butters don’t use pectin. Just sugar, lemon and time. I’m caught between hoping it’s good (did I mention how amazing the apple butter is on corn bread?) and hoping it’s not so that I’m not on the hook to make it every year. I mean, a family can only eat so many preserves, and this is my seventh? Eight? batch of something this summer, and I MUST still make damson plum jam and apple butter. I think I need to buy more jars. And make more friends. Be warned, if you enter my house…. better yet, I have never once met a non-fruit-eater, so don’t you go thinking your dietary constraints will save you. Muahahah!
Anyway, in other news, the big boy bed. Guess what? It’s NO PROBLEM. It’s like Thane hasn’t even noticed that there’s been a change in his bedtime routine. You put him on the bed. You give him puppy. You leave the room. You hear from him again at 6:15 in the morning. One can hope that maybe he’ll start to play a bit in the mornings — specifically Saturday mornings. But it was a complete non-event in terms of disruption. Man, I love that kid.
Ok, I better make sure the butter isn’t burning. I wonder if it will be good on pancakes, maybe….
My Truant Pen 
I love the new bed, but where did the changing table go? Really, it is not time to abandon the changing table.
May the peach butter karma be with you!
Gramama
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We gave it to friends with a little one on the way. He was taller than it was, mom, and it is a very little room!
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Aww, Thane.
I bet peach butter will be good on pancakes – I loved your apple butter on waffles, which really means nothing, but I am taking it as a reason why peach butter would be good on pancakes 😉
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I have often thought about making apple butter or something similar. I have read a number of recipes which swear by making it in the crockpot. Which makes sense – you want long, low, even heat.
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Last week our CSA stuck us with 16 peaches and with two kids who don’t eat peaches (crazy kids that they are) we thought that was a lot. But 32? Can I invite you over to make me pie? Or wait, that’s rude. I guess we should make you the pie.
Thanks for the blogroll mention, mama. Glad to have found you and adore your blog name.
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I have two kids and a husband who won’t eat regular ol’ peaches, so I feel your pain. Crazy!
If you ever drop by, I promise I’ll make you pie. Or maybe just jam on fresh bread, if I’m feeling lazy.
I enjoy yours very much, as well. I love the names you gave your daughters!
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