I picked peaches this morning. Lots of luscious, ripe peaches. The only problem with picking peaches is that they are so stinking easy to pick, you get more than you need in all of five minutes. Then you get them home and realize you have to do something with them. I'm going to can in the morning, but to whittle down the canning job I thought we should eat as many as possible.
So I made a big beautiful crisp! First, I started by eating a very tiny bit of dinner, to be sure to leave lots of room for crisp. Then took out the largest pan I have and filled it with peach slices. I had visions of crisp for dessert and breakfast. So why not go overboard? I sprinkled in some blueberries for color, and topped it with a delectable crumbly topping. Is there a more heavenly combination than butter and brown sugar? I was preoccupied with the aroma all during our family night. Then I dished it up for everyone, realized my watch had stopped and I was late to an SAT prep class I had to teach. I ran out the door thinking how much better the crisp would taste with the kids in bed. I thought about it for the whole two hours I was gone.
In the meantime, my family succeeded (and it can't have been easy) in polishing off the entire thing. Now I have the lingering aroma, a dirty pan soaking in dishwater, and a bowl of cheerios for my treat. I didn't get a single bite.
