Peach Tomato Preserves- Putting Up with ErinPeach Tomato Preserves- Putting Up with Erin

Didn’t I promise more peach and tomato recipes? Well here you have it. Since moving to New Hampshire earlier this year (buying a car helps) I’ve been on a bit of a PYO fruit kick. First blueberries, then raspberries, herbs, peaches, and now apples…  A couple weeks ago I put up some pickled yellow peaches that I acquired from Union Lake Peach Orchard in Barrington, NH. Not only did I promise the two sisters at the Orchard that I’d be back for more, but with news of their Belle of Georgia White Peach harvest I honestly couldn’t stay away. Bouncing around the Seacoast region (i.e., let’s pick a green spot on Google maps and go there) the weekend before last, we decided to pay the Orchard a visit, and boy am I glad we did. When we arrived at the peach stand they only had a couple dozen of pre-bagged lots left. As usual, I bought a bunch of something without a specific recipe in mind. With another 15 pounds of small tomatoes from the beau’s garden in haul I started exploring peach and tomato concoctions. This recipe is a slight modification on a recipe I found in Southern Living, the big difference is that I decided to can my preserves as I don’t have nearly enough fridge space for this tripled recipe.

After jarring up 7 half pints of this fruity, herby preserve, I had tons of leftover syrup/liquid. Instead of tossing it, I figured with all the added pectin I could easily make a jelly. To do so I simply poured the liquid through a fine mesh strainer then canned it per usual. Easy peasy and I had 7 quarter pints of jelly to take to the Seacoast Food Swap last Sunday! Don’t you just love byproducts?!

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Rosemary Rhubarb Jam- Putting Up with ErinRosemary Rhubarb Jam- Putting Up with Erin

Happy happenings to all the moms out there. I don’t know about you, but not only did I hang with mom today (bloody mary’s included), but she motivated me to get going on the early morning farmers’ market this weekend. While perusing the local market for a little putting up inspiration, a local farmer recommended that I visit another local produce market across the river in Kittery, Maine. One french press coffee and a maple doughnut later, I found my indecisive self at said local market excited by the potential of essentially everything and was texting a friend, “oh my geeze, I need to get out of this place” followed by a silly amount of exclamation marks.

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