The Baker has always harbored a desire to cultivate fruit trees. His initial endeavor was at our first house in La Jolla, California. The level (usable) part of our backyard was approximately 15' x 15'. The remainder dropped straight over the side of a canyon (it had a nice view). The apricot tree thrived but we moved before it bore fruit. Mesquite was the native plant to our next home on the high plains of Texas. Alas, that was before mesquite became quite popular in flavoring barbecue. He tried a fig tree in Charleston. Let's just say that Adam and Eve would have had trouble finding a wardrobe from that attempt. So, I was a bit skeptical when he announced that he had purchased two peach trees for our current midwestern eighth of an acre (or, maybe less). The trees went in, nestled on the west side of the garage. That was two years ago. This spring, I spied a cluster (does two make a cluster?) of blossoms on one tree and began to plan. I pulled all of the Weck canning jars together. They'd make the peach jam really special to tuck into Christmas baskets for friends. I made a special folder of peach recipes. Ina Gartin's peach cake was on top of the list.
Here is our harvest.
Looks a little like a peach snowman!
For the peach cake recipe, visit Mary at One Perfect Bite