Berry Watermelon Fruit Salad & The End of Summer

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Summer Isn’t Over Yet…

I typed those words shortly before the grey morning sky dimmed and a powerful wind storm howled in, tossing pine branches against the house, scattering debris across the yard, and knocking out power for the rest of the day. The trees have begun to change color, the air outside noticeably chillier, and I’m feeling like calendar be damned, maybe Summer is over, at least for our corner of the Pacific Northwest.

Nonetheless, we’re still enjoying the tail-end of Summer produce – sweet corn and figs, melons and berries, late-season tomatoes and peppers from the garden, and so many peaches and plums and nectarines – so I’m sneaking in one last warm-weather staple before apples and pumpkin spice and cozy soups elbow their way in. (more…)

Maple Coconut Granola and a Glut of Peaches

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Backyard Summer Peaches

“You know, you ought to make a peach pie while you’re here…”

Dad had just laid out an armful of fragrant, blushing peaches on the island. He said it offhandedly, as if the thought of homemade pie had just occurred to him, though we both knew full well that peach pie was one of his very favorite treats, that he’d been plotting this for some time, and that I’d unequivocally say yes.

I followed him out to the peach tree, which stood bigger than I remembered, the twisting branches heaving under the weight of dozens of resplendent, rosy-hued fruit. I happened to be back home in Santa Barbara for a long weekend right in the midst of the ephemeral peach season, a twelve minute period that falls sometime between late-June and early-July every year.

If you stand under those heavy, dappled branches for more than a moment during that fleeting season (really about two weeks long), you’ll hear the regular, sorrowful thunk of too-ripe-to-hold-on-any-longer peaches hitting the ground, as they all ripen at once. It’s a delicious battle every Summer to consume and give away as many sweet, flavorful, perfect peaches as possible before the yellowjackets set in at the end of the short-lived harvest. But for the moment, I was focused on pie, and picked as many peaches as I could carry.

Eleven peaches would make their way into a stunning lattice-topped pie, capping off Sunday dinner, while the rest of that splendid hoard would be eaten inelegantly, hunched over the sink, sticky, sweet, peach juice running down our chins…

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Classic Cherry Blueberry Pie

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Not a lot of words today, but I do have pie!

I made this for the Fourth, the same day I stepped onto a plane with my one way ticket from San Francisco to start a new life with my love in Georgia, and a few years later, the same weekend we tied the knot in front of the historic courthouse steps and our friends and family (and a few looky loos) in my hometown. It’s a special holiday for us, and this year we celebrated with this cherry blueberry pie and spicy homemade ceviche, and the city was kind enough to light up the night with fireworks in honor of our anniversary…

The star of this pie is the flavorful, peak-season cherry blueberry filling, sweetened with dark brown sugar and a hint of vanilla and almond; dark, syrupy goodness that bubbles over the edges. Or maybe it’s the flakey, all-butter crust, my go-to pastry, and a recipe I know by heart and by feel, that never disappoints. Either way, this pie – as with all Summer fruit pies – is a juicy, flavorful stunner, just as worthy of a special celebration as a casual gathering with friends, or simply an excuse to use up a basket of berries.

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