Carpe Peach

When we returned home in the wee early morning hours of Saturday, the 25th of June, we carried with us a basket of peaches from a red and white striped fruit stand tent, we found along side Hwy 74, between our RV park and Uncle Bill's Flea Market.  By the time we had purchased said basket of fruit, we had logged 1,455 miles on our blogified journey.  These peaches were the first South Carolina peaches we had knowingly tasted, when we stopped at a farmer's market  during a day trip to Cashiers, NC.  They were a testament to big things come in small packages.  They were not large peaches, but had big sweetness and melted in your mouth.  We knew then we would bring some home with us.  During the last leg of our trip home from North Carolina, we logged another 848 miles with peaches in tow.


To reconnect with family upon our return, we invited them over for peach pie and homemade vanilla ice cream the following day, Sunday evening.  Beginning Sunday morning, Miki began peeling, slicing, measuring, mixing, kneading, and baking.  Hours later, 6 masterpieces sat cooling as if posing for a Betty Crocker centerfold.

From simple beginnings...

with a little help from a friend...

they peek out from within...

and transformed to confection perfection!

These pies were over 2300 miles in the making and as expensive as that might seem, they were worth every inch.  As the subtitle of my blog refers to sharing a peek into our window of experiences as we merge into this change in our lives after teaching, I hope you enjoy this "slice of our pie."


Oh... my apologies to those of you having to only read about the taste of South Carolina peaches, but if you ever are in the presence of a South Carolina peach, Carpe diem...or maybe...Carpe peach!