Author: portlandpeaches

Thursday December 13, 2018

Stefani’s House

6:30pm

“I spent my summers bottling 🍑 es and my winters rotating

We spent the next day boiling and skinning 🍑 es.”

“Then again, if we were going to take cover on the mountain when the Feds came, I didn’t understand why we were canning all these 🍑 es. We couldn’t haul a thousand heavy Mason jars up the peak. Or did we need the 🍑es so we could bunker down in the house, like the Weavers, and fight it out?”

“We kept on bottling 🍑es.”

“I would hear their echo in the chirp of crickets, in the squish of 🍑es dropping into a glass jar, in the metallic chink of an SKS being cleaned.”

“I took in the pearly sink, the rosy tint of the carpet, the 🍑-colored rug.”

“Meanwhile, my family boiled and skinned 🍑 es, pitted apricots and churned apples into sauce.”

“New Year’s Day, Mother drove me to my new life. I didn’t take much with me: a dozen jars of home-canned 🍑es, bedding, and a garbage bag full of clothes.”

“So what if there were rotting 🍑es in the fridge and dirty dishes in the sink?”

Was looking for something made from potato (Idaho theme) that wasn’t latkes (I figured there might be someone else who wanted to make that). As is often the case, a patient came to my rescue- Lefse- a Norwegian Potato pancake, made often at the Holidays. Love a new challenge. I will bring a variety of sausages to go along.

Rating: 🍑🍑🍑🍑

November 13

Suzanne’s

6:30 pm

Rating: 🍑🍑🍑🍑

Clarissa’s

October 9

6:30pm

“The boy is shaking like a dog shitting 🍑 pits, still cold from the river ride.”

“What the devil? You can’t expect to get a 🍑 offn a thorn-apple bush, can you?”

(the stove didn’t)Years Later, Heidi brings us back!

Rating:

If you were at 75% 🍑🍑🍑🍑

If you were at 20% 🍑🍑

Alexis

August 28, 2018

6:30 pm

“You always dressed carefully … Stockings with seams. A peach 🍑 satin slip you let show a little on purpose, just so those peasants would know you wore one. A chiffon dress with shoulder pads, a brooch with tiny diamonds. And your coat. I was five years old and even then knew that it was a ratty old coat. Maroon, the pockets stained and frayed, the cuffs stringy.”

“A 🍑 -colored moon was already rising.”

It was National 🍑 month. Peach sorbet, salsa, bruschetta, pie, lasagna— amazing meal. Amazing view. Even a 🍑 moon for the drive home

Rating: 🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑

Sandra’s

July 24th, Tuesday

6:30pm

“The other day I also heard him say, “Oh, brother, what a 🍑 !” about someone or other.)”

“When I took my brother to L’Arpège for his birthday, we got fourteen [small] courses, mostly of vegetables—haricots verts with 🍑 es and raw almonds dressed with basil and fresh mint; fresh shell beans with onion ravioli and tomato coulis—that made even the best of the old cuisine look like sludge.)”

Salad nicoiseTomato can be a dessert, it is a fruit after all.

June 12 , 2018

Shaneen’s

6:30 pm

“I lean back and study her. What’s in the bag is a 🍑 . “I just ran into your old man,” I say. “He didn’t look so hot.”

“Since I’ve been a good boy and not started an argument, Meg offers me a bite of her 🍑 .

“In the center of my blotter sit five 🍑 pits, a dark, wet spot radiating outward.”

“I can almost picture it, but not quite, probably because I’m still staring at the 🍑 pits soaking my blotter. Can Meg Quigley have eaten all these 🍑 es? And what is she trying to say? Is she extending Eliot’s metaphor by suggesting that, unlike timid Prufrock, she dares to eat a half a dozen 🍑 es? What would that mean, in purely sexual terms? Or does she just want me to understand I’m the pits?”

“Meg has apparently paid me another visit, because in the middle of my ruined blotter sits a single ripe 🍑 .”

“See what you can do about getting me a new blotter,” I say, slipping the new 🍑 into my jacket pocket.”

“I shove my hands in my jacket pockets, find in one of them a tender 🍑 , quickly remove them again. The spasm of guilt I feel suggests that my father was right. You may as well eat the 🍑 if you’re going to feel guilty anyway.”

“I’ve got a perfectly good 🍑 in my pocket, so I take a seat on the sofa and see how close to the ceiling I can toss it without its actually touching the acoustic tiles. I’m doing pretty well until I have to lunge for one and brush a lamp. The door to Dickie’s office opens just as I grab the lamp by its shade and the 🍑 plops onto the rug. Three men emerge, and they all stare first at the lamp, then at me, then finally at the 🍑 . What’s wrong with this picture?”

“I pick up the 🍑 from the carpet and say, “Hello, girls.”

“I offer to shake Lou’s first, and when he grudgingly extends his hand I put the 🍑 in it.”

“The lawyer’s hand is cool and dry, my own slightly sticky from the 🍑 , which appears to have ruptured when it fell.”

“Billy Quigley would regret that I’m a peckerwood, his daughter Meg that I lack the courage to eat a🍑 .”

“Now, instead of being offered a bite of juicy 🍑 , I’m being accused.”

Rating: 🍑🍑🍑.5

Date: April 3, 2018

Host: Wendy Smith

Address: 2375 SW Montgomergy Dr

Time: 6:30pm

There it is, “fine orchard giving pears apples plums 🍑es & still Father don’t care for me? – lance durning

“What was the name of that woman whose daughter was struck by lightning. In Ponce’s hayfield. Just before, walking through, the two of them had been talking about 🍑es. The different varieties of 🍑 es. Which kind each preferred. For nights after, they found her wandering Ponce’s, mumbling about 🍑es, searching for that juncture of the conversation at which she might jump the breach of time and go back, push the girl aside, take the fatal bolt herself. She could not accept that it had happened, but must go over it and over it.”

“his wit was quick, people liked him for his bumbling and his ferocity of purpose, and the 🍑 orchards and haystacks and young girls and ancient wild meadows drove him nearly mad with their beauty, and strange animals moved in lazy mobs along muddy rivers, rivers crossable only with the aid of some old rowing hermit who spoke a language barely English, and all of it, all of that bounty, was for everyone, for everyone to use, seemingly put here to teach a man to be free, to teach that a man could be free, that any man, any free white man, could come from as low a place as he had

I am still bringing Charlotte Ruse for dessert, I have peached it up!

Great, still thinking about what to do with the book rating on the blog

I think worst rating on the blog should be a peach pit since the book is “The Pits”.

Or a rotten peach like the rotten tomato rating they use for movies

How about peaches instead of stars, e.g., 5 peaches=Loved it; 4 =Liked it; 3=meh; 2=didn’t like; 1=peach pit (hated it)? Have no idea what to bring for food–maybe an appetizer

Wendy Made a sugar lake with chocolate fishSandra Made jicama bones.

Book rating:🍑🍑🍑🍑

May 10, 2018

Jennifer Bowman Host

2143 SE Main Street, Portland

6:30pm

One in every 113 people on the planet is now a refugee. Around the world, someone is displaced every three seconds, forced from their homes by violence, war and persecution.

By the end of 2016, the number of displaced people had risen to 65.6 million – more than the population of the United Kingdom. The number is an increase of 300,000 on the year before, and the largest number ever recorded, according to the UN Refugee Agency, UNHCR.

JB Hey ladies! I am looking forward to hosting y’all next week. I will be make a lemon dessert in honor of the lemon tree. Who is bring the (magic)mushroom dish?

TS I’ll bring the magic mushroom dish

Book rating: 🍑🍑🍑🍑

February 26, 2018

Host: Tila

Attending: Tila, Martha, Wendy, Sandra, Clarissa, Heidi, Alexis, Suzanne, Jen, Stefani

Food: poussin, asparagus veloute, wagon wheels, Earl Grey tea, sausage rolls, tomato soup, salad, Scottish tarts, pesto pasta, Magner’s, vodka, Burdocks, cheese scones, Haggis potato crisps, pizza with fennel, Belgian chocolates

Martha wears her wasp socks.