"The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious."
~ Roald Dahl
i have two hours to myself in the morning while he and the dog sleep
i walk the garden and feel autumn in the morning air and set intentions for my day
later i make peach jam, which doesn't set so i rename it peach sauce
which will taste amazing on sourdough pancakes in the middle of winter
i have enough peaches left i might try again, even after i make a small galette
for us to eat warm out of the oven with a bit of ice cream this evening