I picked up a basket of Colorado peaches at the store this week and thought of this crazy yummy recipe I shared last August. It’s been a year, and I can still remember the taste. My kids do too.; they’ve been asking me to make it. So, I guess this is what’s for dessert tonight. Might have to pour a small glass of bourbon for the grownups as I’m mixing the glaze. Hmmm. Food for thought.
Living in Colorado, it’s hard not to look forward to late summer when peaches arrive fromthe western slope. Even though I know they’re coming, and they come every year, I am always a little surprised. It’s similar to the geese who find my yard each spring, stop for a layover, and fly on to their summer homes. I find myself wondering where the time has gone. How can it be that the peaches are here again?
In the Colorado towns west of the Rocky Mountains, the cool nights and warm days are ideal for growing peaches, apples, pears, apricots, and grapes (for some surprisingly good wine). To those of us who live near Denver, the fuzzy, golden-orange, drool-inducing globes are, truly, something to celebrate. In a place where water, and, therefore, produce, is a precious commodity, the bounty of our western slope orchards appears each year like a…
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