Peach liqueur… you mean peach schnapps, right? Wrong! I too always thought that the two were one in the same. In fact, the difference is schnapps are fermented and distilled, where liqueurs are simply fruits steeped in an alcohol which has already been fermented and distilled. You mean creme de peche? Correct! I’m VERY proud to say that personally don’t have a high school/college story of an ill-advised peach-schnapps-meets-fuzzy-navel night gone wrong. Last week my bountiful box of peach and nectarines arrived on my doorstep (thanks to Washington State Stone Fruit Growers). As expected, when the box arrived a few of the fruits were bumped and bruised from shipping. Resisting the temptation to immediately devour (think kid with fruit juice all over their face in Georgia) them all, instead I started this beautiful peach liqueur.
Steeped with citrus zest and thyme leaves from my backyard garden, this slightly sweet peach liqueur perfectly highlights the fresh flavors of summer. Plus, no preservatives or artificial colors! …cocktail ideas? How ’bout a Peach Old Fashion!? Boozy and slightly sweet, plus a great way to use some of the homemade cocktail cherries that I made last month. Stay tuned for a couple more stone fruit features coming next week. 🙂
Last weekend the beau and I randomly decided to head north into western Maine towards Rangeley Lake. Albeit mildly comfortable and somewhat romantic, we decided that car camping wasn’t an option (again) and opted for tent camping instead. Unprepared, hungry, and a tad bit bored we hit the local minimart for food, firewood, and… whiskey. One would think that after several flavored alcohol fueled hangovers that I would have learned to steer clear of such evil evil elixirs… “I’ll take a bottle of that Canadian Club Dock no. 57 blackberry whiskey, please!” To say the least, only about half the bottle was consumed and I won at our rendition of whiskey cribbage.
Back in town Monday morning I found myself thinking, “What the hell am I going to do with the rest of this fire syrup?” Later that morning, while getting my muffler looked at in Barrington, NH (apparently logging an average of 300 miles/weekend on a 40yr old car is problematic), I happened to pass a “peaches” sign which led me to Union Lake Peach Orchard. I drove 5 miles off the beaten path to realize that I had no cash in my wallet and that country orchard stands don’t typically take plastic (surprise). The quick trip back to the ATM was well worth it as the 6lbs of yellow peaches that I I brought home were some of the best I’ve tasted in years. Word is that the orchard is debuting their white peaches next week!! Not only were these pickled peaches the answer to my left over whiskey woes, but I’m looking forward to cracking open a jar during the duldrums of winter hoping the blast of summer flavor will revitalize my palate and remind me of why… oh why… I moved to the frigid Northeast. Enjoy!