With the Autumn Equinox two mere days away, I suppose I can reasonably let myself look back on this past summer, and share some scenes from one of my fondest, recent memories. This photo essay captures a charming day spend peach picking and doing the picnic/frolic thing on Walton Beach on Sauvie Island.
I have these intentions of berry picking once a summer on the farm-filled island just northwest of Portland, but didn’t get the chance this year. Naturally, once J. Legume started planning a ‘beach day’ (did I just type that?) Sauvie Island popped into conversation as a suggested locale, and there you go. My interest was clear: if fruit picking could happen, I would sit on a damn beach.
The start of the visit: Walton Beach, Sauvie Island
The end of the visit: we picked about a dozen peaches and took home another dozen bruised at a ridiculously low rate for baking.
Summer stone fruit appreciation
Here comes the flashback from another Sauvie farm visit and the temptations of U-pick green cabbage
J. Legume peels and shows off her years of experience working at a country fruit store, churning out the fresh peach milkshakes & shortcakes
The moment where you pray the pan will release without any casualties…
Summer Peach Tart: veganized from some internet recipe or another
The last of the summer peaches are on the left, awaiting their coconut palm sugar-simple syrup for liqueur finality.
And plenty more of the bruised peaches went into bourbon for infusion’s sake.
More on my continued, obsessed adventures with summer fruit liqueurs to come before MoFo’s up, fingers crossed.