Right there at the junction on Hwy 6 & 131, where the Wolcott Yacht Club is located, was a farmer with boxes of Western Slope peaches. I couldn't purchase a box because I haven't had cash in hand for months. Nor could Jared or Kristin. But Jim Did; $13 for 25 lbs!
If we are what we eat, we are walking peaches. I'm surprised that if we open our mouths there isn't a southern drawl were there isn't one naturally. But then again, these are Western Colorado peaches.
Tonight I made a peach pie with a lattice top. I'm not too proud of the lattice but after baking it looked perfect. That I couldn't get a picture before it was consumed says it all. I'm not really a pie gal but I had seconds and I was not alone.
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