Can I be honest with you? Ever since I made the Peach Galette a few weeks ago, the glorious memories of it's taste has been occupying my thoughts on a daily basis. I would find myself reminiscing and daydreaming about the moment when we would be reunited.
Luckily, I didn't have to wait long. My dad bought a slew of peaches at the farmers market last week and gave me a sackful... and what did I do with those bad boys?? That's right... I made a peach galette again. And not just a half recipe this time... oh no... I made the full recipe and it was spectacular.
There was something funny about those peaches though... I mean, I think they had somehow been magnitized or something, because my fork just wouldn't stay out of it... Strange, huh?
Do yourself a favor and buy some fresh peaches, some cherry perserves and make this. You won't be sorry.
If loving you is wrong... I don't want to be right...
Ok, so you know it's damn good if it makes me sing a Barbara Mandrell song.