Three Things I Remembered About Myself Today
and then I got to thinking, even though my list stood at two songs so far, what an odd change of pace from one to the other. then I thought about not worrying about that and added another few songs to my list:
ah well, its a start.
|Peaches are delicious. They actually taste like sunshine. And you don't mind so much their juices running down and dripping off your chin except for the fact your tastebuds are missing out on every single drop from their succulent flesh.|
I like the skins too, fuzzy and so different from their insides.
Bottling peaches is so satisfying, and fills the kitchen with lovely warm homey smells. Heating the jars in the water bath in the oven to sterilise them is careful business - glass when that hot can burn like the dickins, and the roasting try full of ungainly jars hard to handle.
Spooning the syrupy juice over the poached peaches and sealing them in jars to sit royally on wooden shelves, it's hard to let anyone open and eat them later on. Sometimes I missed the entire point of preserving for days when peaches were out of season, so beautiful they looked on the shelf, like works of art to dust and admire.
But that's not what God made peaches for, he made them to dribble their sugary juices down your chin and slurp and grin.