Peachy Memories of Moms cookin

Sensational! The crickets were sawing away at the evening when Bob Woodard rang our doorbell. He and Helen have folks in Grand Junction where they spent the weekend. I have noticed they find a reason to go there this time of year. It's the peaches.

Everyone knows Western Slope peaches are the best in the world, even during a bad year. But Bob says this has been a terrific peach year, and he was kind enough to bring us a sack. I peeled and sliced three of them for breakfast just this morning.

The first tart taste was enough to flood my heart with memories of Mom "putting up" Palisade peaches when I was a little squirt. Hard work. She thought she had died and gone to heaven when "cold packing" replaced the old sticky way of canning peaches.

She would always put up a few quarts of spiced peaches studded with cloves to serve with baked ham. And I loved her peach conserve with chopped walnuts. On a frosted morning, there's nothing like hot buttermilk biscuits slathered with butter and peach conserves to go with your coffee.

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