No Peaches

Friday, August 16, 2013

I came home to a sad state of affairs the other day. The ziploc bags full of peaches, which Jim had so patiently peeled, chopped, frozen (something about breaking down sugars?) and then refrigerated again apparently tried to make a run for it. Our tiny dorm fridge was no match for them.

As far as I can tell, the weight shifted, pushed the door open and that was as far as they got. The poor peaches sweated and oozed onto the garage floor. It was a disgusting peach murder scene.

The bad news? No peach wine. The good news? The grape harvest is coming up in just a few weeks. The even better news? It's too hot and there are too many snakes for the children and I to go pick grapes. We'll be at home, cleaning up the peach goo in the air conditioning. 

Ah, the glamorous life of a wine maker's wife! 


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One Response to “No Peaches”

  1. Oh that is not as bad as our story... we had half of a beef in our freezer and the freezer got unplugged by accident and YES we had half unthawed beef, in various stages of demise, we had to throw it all out, it looked like a CSI scene. We could not trust the 'temp' of the beef inside the fridge, we didn't know what to do with it so we triple bagged it in garbage bags and put in the garbage. wow can you imagine the garbage man?? icky and awful.

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