Wednesday 28th September 2011
For as long as I can remember Dad has had a peach tree in the back garden. There is a photo from 1979, before they got the French windows put in, of my brother, JD, standing next to the barrel in which it resided, posing, wearing a Ronald McDonald paper hat & his arm in a sling. He was 4.
The tree at that point was a twig. A brown gnarled up twig sticking out of half a wooden beer keg. It stayed that way for another 15 years. Each year it would flower but bear no fruit.
My Dad is the most patient man in the world & so was content to sit it out. He would happily water it & dream of the day when the branches would sag from his rightful bounty.
At some point during the mid-nineties it gave life to a grape-sized object. After a week of nurturing it Dad realised it wasn’t going to get any bigger & so he plucked it from the tree & ate it. It was sour & unripe but more than anything, he learnt a valuable lesson, that the tree could produce something. No matter how small it was, it was something.
Another 5 barren years passed & Dad decided that a change of pot & position was in order as a last ditched attempt to kick start mother nature’s mothering instinct.
It was a success. It yielded a couple of plum-sized fruit this time. Again they were unripe but another life lesson was learnt. The tree that he had been caring for all these years was, in fact, a nectarine tree.
At least it was the same family.
The grilled peach is another brilliant idea from my mentor Edible Tapestry. 😉
They were delicious. Warm & caramelised. Sweet & sharp. It was a fabulous change to apple sauce. I pan fried them in a little (soya) butter, to soften & colour both sides & then stuck them in the oven for about 10 minutes. I would totally recommend trying them. 🙂