Under the Elephant Ears



I haven't posted a shot of Ellen in awhile. Here is one I took a few days ago. I parked her under the elephant ears out back.




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On Sunday hubby's aunt gave us a small bucket of peaches. So for the past couple of days I have been peeling and slicing them as I get a chance. This morning I processed a few of them into peach preserves. This is the first time I have ever canned any kind of fruit, so I am not sure how they will turn out. It's just peaches and sugar, so it wasn't that hard, in theory. However the recipe said they were supposed to foam, but they never did. I finally got tired of standing there stirring, so I just chucked them into jars. Obviously I need to learn how to distribute them evenly between the jars, but they sure smell and look good anyway.

Comments

Anonymous said…
As long as they taste OK, I shouldn't worry. They look really nice. Mmm, peaches and ice cream, with raspberries.

OK, that's my diet wrecked. :D
August 19, 2008 at 12:38 PM
jel said…
she is a cutie~pie!!! ;)



oh and I will be glad to sample your peach preserves , to make sure they taste as good as it looks! ;)
August 19, 2008 at 3:34 PM
Amrita said…
Elephant ears are found all over here.

The preserve looks delicious
August 19, 2008 at 10:14 PM
moe said…
Awww. Do you have any nicknames for Ellen? I used to be my dad's "peaches and cream girl" (not sure why. Well small children are often sticky, as well as fuzzy ....)your picture combo here made me think to ask about E's pet names.
August 20, 2008 at 9:27 PM
Unknown said…
Oh, Ellen is absolutely adorable!
Mmmm...the peach preserves look divine!
September 6, 2008 at 8:09 PM
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