My Scrambled Nest

An Almost-Empty Nest Journey of "Letting Go" With Laughter and Love, By Cathy Free

Both of my kids have always loved peaches. We used to make one or two runs to Utah’s “Famous Fruit Way” every summer to load up on Elbertas, Sunhavens, Rosas and Crimson Ladies. Driving home with enough peaches to supply a Smuckers jam factory, my son and daughter went to town, eating as many peaches as they could handle until their faces, arms and hands were so sticky, they might as well have been coated in Elmer’s Glue-All. I do miss those days, even the cleanup. Thankfully, peaches can still work their magic, even with a college freshman.

MOM (texting weekly “bribery” pic): “Are you still alive? I haven’t heard from you in four days. Thought you might like to see my hot-from-the-oven peach tart with cinnamon-almond crust. Mmmmmm. It smells heavenly.”

SON (responding immediately): “Wow! I definitely want some. Can I have half?”

MOM: “Perhaps a fourth. Maybe one-third. Not sure that it will keep until you come over on Sunday, though. The crust might turn soggy in the fridge. Damn.”

SON: “Noooo!”

MOM: “Well, it’s just a fact. I suppose that I could try to get a slice to you today, but you’re always so busy.”

SON: “Did you use fresh peaches?”

MOM: “Of course! Brigham City peaches, plucked from the tree by the farmer’s daughter two days ago.”

SON: “OK! Can you come by when I’m out of class?”

MOM (smiling): “Hmmmm. Let me check my schedule…Yeah, that’ll work. I’ll also bring some crème fraîche.”

SON: “Yay!”


2 thoughts on “To Peach His Own

  1. Loretta says:

    I LOVE peaches too. Grew up picking them with my family. I live in Santa Barbara now and have a peach tree just outside my back door…mmm

    1. Cathy Free says:

      Lucky you! I’d eat them all day long!

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