This time last year cubes and I discovered Frog Hollow Farm peaches sitting under the stars with a hundred other people in the middle of an orchard.
We'd gathered there for Peaches and Tango to raise money for The Chez Panisse Foundation. Frog Hollow Farm is in Brentwood - the city known for its annual corn festival and is east of Walnut Creek where I work. The evening started out quite warm in the high 90s. We refreshed ourselves with chilled white wine, blueberry juice, and fresh-from-the-tree ripe peaches.
Now I have a secret; I'm not typically a huge fan of peaches. That July night under the stars, Frog Hollow Farm converted me, so much that we adopted a peach tree. A week ago peaches from Frog Hollow Farm arrived on our doorstep. The verdict? I love Frog Hollow Farm peaches. Unsure that we'd be able to eat 12 peaches before they became overripe, I decided to make a Peach Galette. While the crust turned out to be a lie (see this morning's Outtakes post for the full scoop), the peach filling was to die for!
What's your favorite stone fruit?
Bon Appetit!
Eden
