I remember my mother dicing up peaches and freezing them in little plastic baggies for us girls to pour in a bowl, top with sugar and cover with milk. Those frozen peaches meant sweet summer days and that mom had probably bought a whole basketful. It was a delectable treat.
When my MIL came to town last week, she brought with her an abundance of fresh fruit from their garden. Peaches, blueberries, blackberries, purple plums, and yellow plums. I knew we'd never be able to eat all those peaches before they went bad, and so, following in the steps of my mama, I diced a few up and froze them in individual servings. They're just sitting in the freezer, waiting on us.
You ought to try it.
I remember my mother dicing up peaches and freezing them in little plastic baggies for us girls to pour in a bowl, top with sugar and cover with milk. Those frozen peaches meant sweet summer days and that mom had probably bought a whole basketful. It was a delectable treat.
1 comment:
sounds good, might have to try it! Lil' one is precious in her new bows. (and yes I read Darby too!)
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