Nothing spells out summer like hot day with friends and family. You could be near the beach, in a backyard or someone's field...sunshine, good friends, good food, good wine, and pie. Any kind of pie. But for this family, its all about Peach Pie!

I was an F.E. growing up, otherwise known as a fussy eater. I never ate my Mom's peach pie. Something to do with the fuzz on the peaches. I didn't like it. I didn't like strawberries either, or hamburgers or pizza. I think I was simply choosing to be difficult, it really wasn't about peaches at all. I still don't know why, but I thank god and all those around me with patience who endured the difficult years which led me to the day I finally broke down and tried a bite of peach pie. Oh my freaking god....was that NOT the best thing I had eaten in my life? I cried. I apologized to my Mom in the heavens for never trying it before. Honestly, she didn't care, neither did my brothers and sisters because back in those days it meant there was more for them!

Peach Pie to die for is what I'm proud to say I make. Its Mom's recipe with the best, ripe, fresh, juicy peaches. So ripe that the skin peels off of them and the juice runs down your arm if you try and take a bite. I found the best supplier in Keremeos and am happy to say I'm buying almost 100 pounds this weekend. Unsprayed, ripe with love. 

Guess what I'll be doing for the next few days? Peeling peaches, right? Right!

If you've never tried one, please, find a recipe or source out a local diner or dive or neighbour or granny or friend or farmstand or market who can make one and serve it to your warm, fresh from the oven with a dollop of creme fraiche, or sour cream or ice cream. 
Even if you're full from dinner, you'll find room. Trust me. From this F.E. there's always room for peach pie.
And by the way, there's a freezer full of them at Richmond Country Farms right now.

I hope I've inspired you to try one of mine, or even bake your own. 
xx Joanne