My parents drove out to Brentwood to do something my mom loves more than your average person: pick fruit. She returned home with about 100 pounds of peaches, I kid you not. Fay Elberta and cling to be exact. She doled some out to her sisters (as they always do when one comes upon a large stash of fresh fruit/veggies) and is keeping a lot to herself for various things: canning, eating, jamming, fruit-leathering. She generously gave me about 12 and since they're LARGE peaches I decided to use some for this pie.
I love peaches!
All I had to do now was come up with an excuse to make the pie. I was having some friends over to watch the Beijing Opening Ceremonies last Friday night - what a great excuse!
I even found myself with a little kitchen helper. And by helper I mean "I'll help eat any bits of crust dough that fall on the floor!!!"
I mentioned it in this post how often times I'll "theme" my pie vents depending on the occasion. So here I was making a pie on 8-8-08 in preparation for the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics, but I certainly didn't have an Olympic rings cookie cutter. So I went a different (less exciting) route:
All I had to do now was come up with an excuse to make the pie. I was having some friends over to watch the Beijing Opening Ceremonies last Friday night - what a great excuse!
I even found myself with a little kitchen helper. And by helper I mean "I'll help eat any bits of crust dough that fall on the floor!!!"
I mentioned it in this post how often times I'll "theme" my pie vents depending on the occasion. So here I was making a pie on 8-8-08 in preparation for the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics, but I certainly didn't have an Olympic rings cookie cutter. So I went a different (less exciting) route:
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