This week I was once again totally overwhelmed. Can you imagine what arrived by FedEx?
Peaches. A dozen peaches. From the Peach Man.
A dozen miraculous, beautiful peaches carefully wrapped in a box from the lake.
I cried. Banjo Man was totally choked up. We both ate a peach and laughed at ourselves for the tears. It was such an unexpected gift. The neighbors above us at the lake had gone to a great deal of trouble to send such a treat.
So of course I had to make a pie. A little 7″ pie. With homemade crust. I won’t tell you how long it took me to do this (hint: all freakin’ day!), and I had to wear my compression sleeve (when rolling out the crust), hand gauntlet, disposable gloves (to keep the gauntlet and sleeve clean) and rubber gloves (for the dishes). Banjo Man had to haul the pie in and out of the oven every time I needed to check it (I haven’t found the perfect oven gloves yet). Sigh. It was definitely a labor of love. I’m sure I’ll get used to this new, ultra-careful routine eventually, but yesterday? Everything took a lot more time to do, plus my brain works very, very slowly these days and I am prone to making lots of stupid mistakes.
And I haven’t been in the kitchen for almost two months.
Here’s the pretty result:

A rustic peach pie.
Despite the epic failure of the crust–I am clearly out of practice–we ate it with gusto.
And despite how awful this breast cancer experience has been, the kindness and love and caring from family and friends has been overwhelming and wonderful.
I’m going to go eat a peach now…
Wonderful gift.
Beautiful pie!!!👍
It was a very special gift. And we have a few peaches left to enjoy, too. It’s hard to get decent peaches here in RI. I gave up buying them.
What a very special gift of love! I think of you when I drive by The Peach Man stand. You are so loved, here in Hope and so missed! Happy peach eating! 🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑
“Eat a lot of peaches”, as John Prine says. We need to sing that song next summer.
That is a beautiful pie. Such a sweet gift.
Every time I eat one of those peaches I close my eyes and pretend I’m back at the lake. It’s great.