You know, sometimes the unthinkable happens, and you end up with a surplus of peaches.
I know, sacrilege! How did this happen?!
Perhaps it was the fact that it's finally fig season!
Perhaps it was the fact that I got distracted by custard apples found in Chinatown...
Perhaps it was the fact that a pluot found its way into my cart...
Perhaps it was the fact that sometimes grapes taste like cotton candy...
Whatever it was, I ended up with extra peaches on hand that were in imminent danger of becoming inedibly overripe. That, friends, would obviously be unacceptable. And when one is faced with a cloudy lazy end-of-summer Sunday, there is only one thing to set about: baking.
I know, sacrilege! How did this happen?!
Perhaps it was the fact that it's finally fig season!
Perhaps it was the fact that I got distracted by custard apples found in Chinatown...
Perhaps it was the fact that sometimes grapes taste like cotton candy...
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| No, seriously - they taste EXACTLY like cotton candy. So much so that you can't eat more than five at a time. My cotton candy snarfing days are behind me I guess. |
