I have vivid memories helping my mom can peaches when I was little.  The job us kids got, sliding the warm slimy skins off the quickly boiled peaches, seemed like the funnest job of all.

So I got some of my little men to help me with a peach canning adventure.  We by no means have a year supply ( it’s more like a week if my kids had their way), but we did it.

 I bought a box of peaches at the nearby farmer’s market.  I remember as a kid going with my mom and grandma to actual orchards to pick peaches.  I can totally see my mom standing on a ladder and reaching for fruit in my mind’s eye.  Those trips to Emmet, Idaho eventually stopped as little farms and orchards became big ones or closed down and as more migrant workers came in.  The state of food and farming has sure changed in my lifetime.

We’ve got these jars full of sweet, sticky memories though–  for the season at least.