I can’t help singing the song Blow up Your TV anytime I eat a peach. If you’ve never heard the song, the chorus goes something like this:
Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Move to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own
Well, it’s a good thing I was alone when I bought the peaches and drove them back to my house. I think I sang that damn song at least ten times while I was preparing to can.
I spent an entire day canning peaches. I found a good deal on a box of freestone peaches. I ended up with about 14 quarts of peaches (one jar broke), and 2 gallons of frozen sliced peaches.
I’ve canned peaches.
I’ve never canned 28 pounds of peaches before. As my Okie/Texan daddy would say, “It weren’t easy!”
I was also surprised at the texture–a bit too soft–cooked. I followed the instructions, so I’m assuming it is the type of peach I used. It doesn’t matter much to Mark and I —we love them just the same!
“Blow Up Your TV” soon turned into “Millions of Peaches”, peaches for me!”
I was still singing as Mark arrived home and he begged me to please change the broken record. Sadly, I only know the words, “Millions of peaches, peaches for me!” I just couldn’t stop.
As you can see, I started out all Martha Stewart-like. I wish I had taken a photo of the kitchen afterwards. There were peach peels on the cabinets doors and covering the kitchen floor.