9.17.2011

Fair Trade

That same night, we attended to the peaches. I would have indulged my usual practice, but fruit past its prime doesn't allow for procrastination. The bigger girls were a help and slipped off the skins with gusto.



Meanwhile, with Luci as ringleader, the littler girls stole marshmallows.




We ended with 8 quarts of peaches, 10 pints of chunky peach jam, and a peach-feast for the chickens. Not bad for six dollars, some sugar, and some pectin!




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