Live Gratitude

I’ve been consciously trying to “Live Gratitude” lately. Instead of getting frustrated at work, I try to be thankful I have a job.  Instead of hating my harvest gold, on-it’s-last-legs kitchen and my dark paneled, cave-like living room, I try to be thankful that I have a roof over my head in a safe town where there’s no Starbucks people really are friendly, supportive, and caring.  I need an attitude adjustment often. OK with all of that being said, I came home from a 4 day weekend in God’s Country. (Central Texas)  (I went to HEB several times while I was there, because in my part of Texas we don’t have HEB I love HEB.)   I got busy right away doing all of those things that I do when I get home from a trip.  Clean out the fridge-start the dishwasher-start the laundry, etc.  Plumbing is like that song where the leg bone’s connected to the ankle bone– the dishwasher’s connected to the disposal, which is connected to the laundry drain, which is connected to the guest bathroom.  I needed to run to the store for tartar sauce, so I cranked up the dishwasher and the laundry, finished putting the corn and beans out of the fridge into the disposal and grinded it down the drain, grabbed my purse and started out for the grocery store. (which is not an HEB)  As I passed the guest bathroom, I heard WATER.  Not running water, or flowing water like a peaceful mountain stream, but GURGLING water.  I went into the bathroom to discover the shower filling up rapidly.  With what?  STINKY BROWN WATER and CORN and BEANS!  and possibly some brisket and some other stuff.  I knew I had to STOP the water source(s) ASAP so I ran back to the laundry room in what felt like slow motion to turn off the washer but alas, I was too late.  The utility sink was filled with the same vile soup as the guest shower.  Murky, lint-filled water was all over the floor in front of the washer.   I turned the washer OFF and ran (in slow motion again) to the kitchen to STOP the dishwasher.  The kitchen sink was also filled with wretch brown water, corn, and beans.  There was much, much more corn and beans being backed up all over my house than what I put in the disposal, I swear.  Just as I started to get really pissed off, I remembered “Live Gratitude.”  I began silently chanting in my head “I’m thankful for indoor plumbing.  I’m thankful for indoor plumbing…..” The rest is history- the plumber came and fixed the problem and the messes are all cleaned up.  And now I must confess that while I do love HEB more than anyone should love a grocery store, I also love my little hometown market, where everybody knows my name, and where you really can find just about anything you need.   And here is something that you should be thankful for- I didn’t share any photos of my plumbing nightmare.  LIVE GRATITUDE!

Let’s Roast Some Chile!

Just A Happy Camper

It’s the most wonderful olfactory experience known to mankind. If you’ve ever been in New Mexico during the chile season, you know what I’m talking about. Chile vendors spring up everywhere, roastinggreen chile to sell to patrons anxious to stock their freezers with enough of the cherished commodity to last a full year, until the next harvest. The smell is positively divine. Chile is the basis of New Mexican cuisine. Can you imagine Posole without green chile? Stacked enchiladas without red chile? The Official State Question in NM is “Red or Green?” because it’s so frequently asked. (an estimated 175,000-200,000 times per day.) If you want both red and green, just say “Christmas.”

Example: “I’d like Huevos Rancheros, Christmas, Over-Medium, with beans, papas, and corn tortillas, please.” Then they will bring you this:

If you’re like me and you aren’t sure if you’ll make it over to NM…

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Angels Love Caffeine

I woke up at 3am in Albuquerque, New Mexico. In a few hours I’d be purchasing my dream camper, a vintage 1968 Donhal Oasis Motorhome. My brother and my husband had both warned me about the pitfalls of owning a vehicle with a 1968 Dodge 318 gas engine, something about carburetors and what-not, but my rose-colored glasses were firmly planted. I was getting this camper no matter what! At that moment, however, I was afraid. I thought, “What if it’s junk?” “What if I break down in the desert?” “What if this is a Craigslist nightmare story?” “Why don’t I have AAA?” So I did what I always do when I can’t sleep, I prayed. I asked God to please, PLEASE send me some angels for that 250 mile trip home in a 45 year old bus that I had never driven and knew nothing about. I went back to sleep for a few more hours.

The next morning we met the owner and his cute little daughter, Steve and Anna, at Denny’s. Anna gave me the grand tour of the interior and Steve gave me a few tips on driving the machine. We made the deal, then I ran over to Starbuck’s for a Venti Vanilla Iced Latte for the trip home. As soon as I got behind the wheel and started driving, I knew I was in for an adventure. Over the years, having power steering and power brakes had become the ‘norm,’ but this was far from normal! It reminded me of riding with my dad in a grain truck from the field to the elevator, back in the 70’s. That was a special treat because there was a Coke machine at the elevator and Dad always got a Coke, at least when I went along. He would bring the cold glass bottle of soda out to the truck and take a drink, “glug glug glug,” then hand it to me. That old truck didn’t have air conditioning- it was hot and dusty-and a cold soda pop hit the spot! I loved riding to the elevator with Dad.

We decided to ‘loop around’ Albuquerque by taking the Tramway Road, avoiding city freeways. The highway had a bit of an incline and it was slowing me down, so I did what anyone would do to pick up speed – I punched it! (the accelerator pedal) With a puff of smoke from my tailpipe, and a rumble of my engine, I picked up speed. Only about 2 mph, but speed. Within a few seconds I knew something was wrong. The entire cab was engulfed in gas fumes. (Yuck! I don’t remember Dad’s grain truck smelling like this!) That reminded me to look at my fuel gauge- I needed fuel so I stopped at the Kicks 66 Convenience Store to fill up. I turned off my engine just in time to hear my friend say, “you need to back up-you won’t reach the hose.” I turned the key to start my engine back up, but nothing happened. Nada! She was completely dead.

Going around Albuquerque on the Loop

Going around Albuquerque on the Loop

We spent the next couple of hours getting people to help us. Fortunately, we were in a very nice neighborhood and everyone who stopped was friendly. One guy told me I needed fuses. I bought fuses and changed them out. NOTHING! The next guy suggested we boost the battery. I got out the cables and did just that….NOTHING! Then I called the former owner, Steve, to ask him if he had any ideas. He answered! It turns out we were boosting the wrong battery.. that one is for the cabin. The engine battery is behind the driver’s side wheel, underneath the bus! I crawled under there and hooked up my cables from the RV to my SUV. Still.. NOTHING! I tried to call Steve back but apparently his.. um.. phone died? He didn’t answer….this was turning into a Craigslist nightmare story! I was ready to give up and call a mechanic.

Me, Boosting the Wrong Battery

Me, Boosting the Wrong Battery

Admiring a Hot Rod.  LuLu Broken Down in the Background

Admiring a Hot Rod. LuLu Broken Down in the Background

I went inside and flipped through the yellow pages looking for someone- ANYONE who would help me on a Sunday. All I could think about was, “this is going to be expensive” and “my husband is going to blow a gasket” and “they were right- I should have known better!” Then she appeared.  A tall, slender woman with long, dark hair sat down across the table from me, sipping her very large cup of coffee. “Are you guys having trouble?” she asked. I told her my story of how I just bought it this morning and Steve won’t answer his phone and I can’t find a mechanic and it’s not the battery and she said, “I have to get to church, but call my friend Bo. He owns a mechanic shop.  Maybe he isn’t busy and he could come help you guys out. Tell him Wendy sent you.” She gave me the number and promised to come back in an hour to see if we were still stranded, and away she went. I called Bo and explained the situation. He said “yeah-OK, I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” In about 30 minutes, an immaculately clean, older white Toyota pickup pulled up and a man got out. I thought, “There is no way this guy is a mechanic. Maybe a professional model or a bodybuilder, but not a mechanic.” With a big smile and a handshake, he introduced himself as “Bo” and hopped into the RV. Actually I think he went in sideways because his shoulders were so huge they wouldn’t fit through my narrow doorway. He turned the key, and nothing happened. He placed his hand on the gear shift and lowered it from “park” into “neutral.” He then turned the key again and she cranked right up! That rumble of the engine was music to my ears! I was so relieved! He explained that it was my safety neutral switch. He also said that I had probably flooded my engine and explained to me how to drive an old vehicle like this on inclines. “Just pick up speed going downhill, and when going uphill don’t overwork your engine. Just let the other cars pass you by and take your time.” I reached for my purse and said “Let me pay you!” He said “No, I won’t take your money, but I will take a Red Bull.” While my friends went inside the store to buy him a Red Bull, I thanked him again and he asked “Which Wendy was it? What did she look like?” I described her to him and he said “Oh, Wendy! She’s a therapist.” “No,” I thought, “she’s an angel.. and so are you. I asked God for y’all around 3am, and He said yes.”


This is a story about Albuquerque. hehe

It was a normal day of browsing Craigslist, searching for the perfect camper.  I always knew it would be an Airstream, or an Avion, or a Silver Streak, or perhaps a Canned Ham model.  I decided to look in Colorado.  My rationalization: Eastern Colorado isn’t that far away, it’s close to the mountains, and there are probably tons of cool campers there.  I went to Craigslist Colorado, clicked on “Western Slope” and began my search.

Before long, I found her! As soon as our eyes met, I knew she was the one!  She didn’t match my idea of what I thought would be the perfect camper, but it was love at first sight.

1967 Donhal Oasis RV

1967 Donhal Oasis RV

The ad said she was in Durango, Colorado.  I looked at the map and realized I had been searching on the wrong side of Colorado! I’m brave and adventuresome, but not so much that I want to drive a 45 year old motorhome (whom I just met) across the Continental Divide!  After emailing back and forth with the seller, we agreed to meet in Albuquerque to make the trade.  So far, so good!  NOTHING could stop me at this point.  I found my camper and I was bringing her home!

After rounding up two good friends to help me with logistics, I planned out the trip:  Cruise over to Albuquerque, hit Trader Joe’s for some cheese and wine, stay the night somewhere, then buy the RV in the morning and head home!  In keeping with the whole “camping spirit” I tried to book our overnight accommodations in a cabin at the KOA Campground.  (I’d heard of KOA – they’re nice and safe.) But alas, NO LUCK- they were all booked up!  I don’t know much about RV parks, but decided to live dangerously and look for cabins at some non-KOA parks.  Boy, did we stumble upon something dandy!  The Enchanted Trails RV Park didn’t have any cabins to rent, but get this:  THEY RENT VINTAGE CAMPERS!

Meet “Flossie,” the 1959 Spartan that accommodated us overnight in comfort and style:

"Flossie" and my green machine

“Flossie” and my green machine

The inside was nothing short of fabulous!  I can just see my mother in her 20’s, with her dark hair and blue eyes, probably holding a baby on her hip, cooking up something fancy in this little kitchen.

Charming 1950's Turquoise Kitchen

Charming 1950’s Turquoise Kitchen

Who ever heard of a porcelain commode in a travel trailer?  Not me!  How cute is that?

Pink Porcelain Potty

Pink Porcelain Potty

This bedspread reminds me of my grandmommy, Julia Anna Frances Gerber, because she always had chenille bedspreads and they were SO soft!  She also had the best food and family gatherings ever.  She used to give me a quarter out of a teacup she kept on a shelf in her cute little kitchen.  I miss Grandmommy!

Peacock Chenille Bedspread

Peacock Chenille Bedspread

The trailer was in near-mint condition and was just like stepping into the 50’s/60’s.  Even the doorbell worked!  What, you don’t believe it?  I was so impressed, I recorded a video to share.

Other vintage campers at the park included:

"Evelyn"- A 1954 VaKaShunette, and a 1950 Hudson Commodore

“Evelyn”- A 1954 VaKaShunette, and a 1950 Hudson Commodore

"Dot"-A 1963 Winnebago- tiniest Winnebago I've ever seen!

“Dot”-A 1963 Winnebago- tiniest Winnebago I’ve ever seen!

"Della" -A 1974 Silver Streak that was polished to perfection!

“Della” -A 1974 Silver Streak that was polished to perfection!

"Geneva" -A 1956 Yellowstone who looked brand spankin' NEW!

“Geneva” -A 1956 Yellowstone who looked brand spankin’ NEW!

"Josephine" -A 1969 Airstream in a class all by herself!

“Josephine” -A 1969 Airstream in a class all by herself!

This Airstream camper reminds me of my other grandmother, Josephine Theresa Friemel.  An artist, she had impeccable taste and a keen eye for beauty.  I don’t think she was into campers, but if she had been, I’m positive she would have had an Airstream.  I miss my Grandmother!

I did peer inside the windows at these campers and each one was restored and decorated really well.  On Enchanted Trails RV Park‘s website, you can see a slideshow of the interior of all of these trailers as well as “Alva,” a 1956 Teardrop being pulled by a matching 1947 Hudson Super Six.  I highly recommend a visit to the RV Park or at least the website!  For a camper geek like myself, it is eye candy of the highest order!  I also recommend you play a game of dominoes while sipping a Tangerine Screwdriver.

Domino Game

Domino Game

Sunday morning we left the RV Park to head out to Bernalillo to meet my new camper!  But not before having an incredible breakfast of Huevos Rancheros with red and green chile, from a FAST FOOD RESTAURANT!  Can you believe it?  Some of the best Huevos Rancheros around, folks, are at TWISTERS BURRITOS on North Coors Boulevard in Albuquerque!

Huevos Rancheros from Twisters Burritos

Huevos Rancheros from Twisters Burritos

The drive home was an entirely new adventure in my vintage motorhome, Honolulu!  I think we’ll call her “Lu-Lu” for short.  I can’t wait to tell you all about her!  I’ll leave you with one last picture from my trip to Albuquerque.  Early June is a great time to go there, because the hollyhocks are in full bloom!



Ta-ta for now!

The Birds and The Bees

I had the most amazing time at the Salman Ranch in New Mexico! The flower gardens are just beautiful. I thought you might like to see some pictures!

Rock ruins like these are common in New Mexico, and I find them fascinating. I just wonder who built it? How did they haul in all that rock before diesel trucks and heavy equipment? And HOW did they build such straight walls -many of which are STILL standing- by stacking flat rocks on top of one another? Horses and buggies and TOUGH people, that’s how. Fascinating, I tell you!

The rock walls at Salman Ranch are the best because these 150+ year old walls now house the flower gardens. It was late season when I was there, but the flowers were still blooming and gorgeous.

How about a few close ups?

Pincushion Flower




Do you see the bee on that pink flower? That’s a honeybee! The Salman Ranch has honeybee hives over by the raspberry field. These bees are responsible for pollinating the entire raspberry field, and they were also very busy in the flower gardens! As a person who is allergic to most insect bites, I normally run FAST when I see a wasp or a bee. But these bees were different. They were friendly. I’m even going to say they were courteous! When we were picking raspberries, the bees were very gentle. They would even go to a different branch if my hand reached near the blossoms they were working on. Friendly bees, I tell you!

I am in love with the honeybees.

Honeybee Hives

When I got home I read up on the honeybees and learned that in some areas of the world, they are becoming ENDANGERED! In China, for example, farmers in one area have to pollinate their apple blossoms by hand with a tool they fashion out of a cigarette butt and a chicken feather!! Declining bee populations are becoming a problem worldwide and pesticides are to blame. It’s a true story. Bees are responsible for pollinating 70% of the 90 crop species that feed the world. We need honeybees! If you would like to learn about giving bees a home in exchange for honey and beeswax, click here:

I want a honeybee hive in my backyard, because they are such sweet creatures and are so beneficial to the planet, but I learned that once a year the bees do this thing called “swarming.” It’s when they are getting a new queen and they become stirred up. I love honeybees, but honeybees with hormones probably aren’t the kind of pets I need with my allergy.

This next photo shows something I just learned about this year, Virginia Creeper. See that red vine climbing up the tree?

During the growing season it is green, so it’s less noticeable. In the fall when it turns red, however, it really stands out! Here’s another picture:

I noticed a lot of Virginia Creeper in Mora Valley that weekend. Most of it was growing in pine trees. Then, when I returned home I began to notice the vine growing in a lot of pine trees in my hometown.  The seeds are carried by birds after they dine on the vine’s berries. There are seven just in my neighborhood- I hope the birds “plant” one under my pinon tree!

How about some more flower pictures?


Pincushion Flower with Honeybee

I hope you have enjoyed our visit about the birds and the bees. See you later!

Raspberry Fields Forever

A few weeks ago, because it was my birthday and because I love Agri-Tourism, I took a road trip to a wonderful place:  Salman Raspberry Ranch!

It was late September and the evenings were becoming cooler.  Also, the foliage was just beginning to change colors.  It was an absolutely perfect day in Mora Valley, New Mexico.

The U-Pick-It field was open for business so we picked raspberries for a while..

I must confess that I ate more raspberries that day than I probably have my whole life.  And they were positively delicious!

Randy & Angela, my traveling companions and berry pickers extraordinaire

Lunchtime at the Salman Ranch Cafe was spectacular!  I had “Fidel’s Frito Pie” made with spicy New Mexico red chile.  “Mmmmm” doesn’t begin to describe it.

Fidel’s Frito Pie

Then we visited the flower gardens at Salman Ranch.  They are planted in the flagstone ruins of what was once a tack and ferrier shop, back in the 1800’s.

The flower gardens were so wonderful, I thought they deserved their very own post.  You can find it here:  Salman Ranch Flower Gardens

The Salman Raspberry Ranch is located at the La Cueva Historical Site near Mora, New Mexico.  Its history is fascinating!  You can read about it here:  Salman Ranch History

Old Mill at La Cueva

I came home with 6 pounds of raspberries!  After the kids and I ate berries to our hearts’ content, I gave them a quick rinse and froze them in Tupperware Freezer Mates containers.  (The raspberries.. not my kids.)  My plan is to make a champagne jelly that uses raspberry juice as one of the ingredients.  I will be sure to let you know how it turns out!

Humor, Hiding in the Background

Ever look through photos and find something funny in the background?   Take this one, for instance.  It’s our family photo.  Someone left their drink by the tree.  Undoubtedly one of the kids’ Kool-Aid.

Here’s another one.  I was taking a picture of my newly preserved Colorado Peaches.  (You can read more about that here: Life’s a Peach!)  Squash can be so sneaky.

Oh and this one just might be my favorite.  Last summer, we stopped at the Blue Hole in Santa Rosa, New Mexico.  While my son was making his way to the top of the cliff so he could dive in, I snapped a photo of my daughter as she stood along the bank.  

Somebody get that man a bikini top!  He’s going to get a sunburn on his moobs…

The Prettiest Color

Until now, my favorite color has always been blue. Or green. Or turquoise. Or anything that is considered green or blue. However, I think I may have a new favorite color. Could it be that I’m having a mid-life crisis? Nah, I just changed my favorite color. You might change yours, too, after you see this!

I have been harvesting prickly pear fruits lately. Just as the name implies, these are the fruits of a prickly pear cactus. You can’t find them everywhere, but I found some right here in my little hometown! I saw two really nice looking cacti growing on a friend’s property and I asked him if I could pick the fruit to make jelly. He said “Yeah, get after it.” So I did!

Prickly Pear Cactus

Prickly Pear Fruit

I used a pair of tongs to fill my corn pot with the beautiful, stickery fruits. Then I called my sister-in-law, Angela. I knew she’d be game to juice some prickly pears! In fact, she had already juiced some, and she had a mason jar full of the juice. She brought it over and we made Prickly Pear Margaritas! Do you see what I mean about the color? LOOK at that color!!

Prickly Pear Margarita

Prickly Pear Margarita

Then it was time to get busy. We washed the fruit, then burned each one over a camp-stove flame to get rid of those pesky cactus spines, which cover the fruits:

Burning cactus spines

Then we decided to peel the fruit. We blanched each pear, sliced off the ends, then peeled the skin off.

blanching prickly pears

Then, all of a sudden, Angela got mad at me and ripped my heart out!

Peeled prickly pear

Just kidding! That’s a prickly pear that has been peeled. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Besides, you should have known that my heart is much bigger than that

We put the peeled fruit into a large pot with a little water (not much, maybe 1-2 cups, because the fruit will make plenty of its own juice) and let it boil for quite a while, like 2 hours or so.

Do you see what I see? There it is again… THAT COLOR!

boiling prickly pearsAfter that, we mashed the fruit inside the pot really, really well with a potato masher, then we strained it through a colander and then again through a mesh strainer, collecting the juice of course.

straining prickly pears

After all the straining was completed, we had a nice bucket full of prickly pear juice, about 10 cups!

Prickly Pear JuiceWe refrigerated the juice and made plans to get together again so we could make some JELLY! Do you want to know the recipe for Prickly Pear Margaritas? Here you go:

Trader Joe's Margarita Mixer

2 oz. Trader Joe’s Margarita Mixer, 1 oz. Tequila, 1 oz. Prickly Pear Juice. Combine all in a shaker with some ice and shake it up, then serve over ice with a lime wedge. Yummy!

I will be back soon to tell you how we made the JELLY! Hint.. there’s a secret ingredient that can also be used to make letters and spell words on the sidewalk! Read more here: Chile Love

Green Chile

The Secret Life of Horses

My husband has a lot of horses.  They live out in a pasture, doing what horses do all day long; eat.  The brood mares (mama horses who just have babies) are a bit on the wild side and my husband is really the only person who ever gets very close to them.  (He ain’t scared.)  But I have noticed that horses (especially colts) are very curious, so they will get close to me as long as I don’t make any sudden movements to scare them away.  I have also noticed that they are tremendous hams for the camera:

Mare and Colt

I can just hear the mama telling her baby, “Stand up straight and look towards the camera.”

Every time I raise the camera to take a picture, they seem to strike a pose.  Or maybe they are just doing the hokey pokey:


“You put your left foot in, you put your left foot out…” Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but I don’t think so.  Do they practice posing all day when nobody is around?

colt and mare

Or do they just do it for me, because I am holding a camera?


colt and mare

This next one CRACKS ME UP…there is nothing cuter than baby horse teeth:

baby horse teeth

Say Cheese!

Now here’s a nice pose.  Cheek to Cheek and Picture Perfect:


Life’s a Peach!

The peach fairy came to visit me!

Colorado Peaches

Cunningham Peaches from Colorado

Not really!  My mama gave me a box full of delicious, ripe peaches from Colorado!  (You still believe in the peach fairy?)

Peaches will ‘keep’ for a short time in the refrigerator, then it’s time to either eat them or ‘put them up.’  (Put Up = Food Preservation) I decided to freeze most of them to enjoy later.  Here goes!

You’ll need a large pot.  If your corn pot is full of prickly pears like mine, you will have to use something else.  I don’t want to handle those stickery little fruits any more than I have to! (coming soon- Prickly Pear & Sandia Chile Jam!)

Cactus Fruit

Blanching peaches

You’ll need a large pot of boiling water and a large bowl full of ice water. I used my Tupperware Thatsa Bowl with 32 cup capacity.  Let me tell you.. that bowl is so versatile- I use it almost daily!  I think I use it even more than my corn pot.  Mine is white with a bright pink lid, but have you seen the new colors?  I think this color is called Margarita/Lettuce Leaf.  Festive!Tupperware Thatsa Bowls

With a knife, cut a small slice on the bottom of each peach then carefully drop it into the boiling water.  No need to make a deep cut, just enough to break the skin:

Peach preservation

They only need to boil for about 30-45 seconds.  Remove them from the boiling water with tongs and place them in the ice bath.  They only need about 30-45 seconds in the ice bath, too.  Then the skins will slip right off!

Next, cut each peach in half by slicing all the way around it.  At this point they are really slippery and a bit hard to handle, but you will get the hang of it.  Just slice all the way around the peach at the ‘equator’ for best results.  The peach will then break in half easily and you can remove the stone.  Peaches Stone RemovedThis is a Tupperware Impressions 10-cup medium bowl.  The color is “Parrot Green” but I think it looks yellow.  It’s part of a set of 3 bowls that nest nicely for storage and are pretty enough to take guacamole to parties and stuff like that.  Actually, I would use the 5 1/2 cup-small  “Passion Fruit” colored bowl for guacamole because that’s a lot of avocados!

Once you have blanched, peeled, and removed the stone from your peaches, it’s time to slice them up.  Don’t try to be a perfectionist about uniform slices or you will just be disappointed.  Trust me!

sliced peachesThis bowl is the third one in my Tupperware Impressions set.  It’s “Toucan Teal” 18-cup capacity.  Sweet!

Now dump the peaches back into your largest bowl.  Squeeze a lemon and sprinkle the juice over the peaches, then sprinkle sugar all over them.  A good rule of thumb is 1 cup of sugar for 4 cups of peaches.  Give it all a good stir!

sugared peaches

After that step, something magical happens.  The sugar combines with the peach juice to form this wonderful syrup.  I don’t know how it happens but I’m glad it does.  YUM.

Now just fill freezer containers with peaches and put them in the freezer.  Easy!  You can use Tupperware Freezer Mates like moi, or you can use Ziploc freezer bags or vacuum seal bags.  Make sure to remove any air pockets for best preservation of your peaches.  Then stack the containers and take pictures of them!Freezing peaches in tupperware

I’m not sure why there is a squash trying to hide behind my peaches.

If anyone walks into your kitchen during this Kodak moment and says, “Mom, you’re such a nerd,”  just tell them nicely to get lost, then rearrange your peaches and take another photo!

But only if you want to.  I wanted to.

peaches tupperware freezer mates

Next time I make homemade ice cream I am going to add some of these frozen peaches.  They are also good for cobblers and smoothies!  Actually, as a kid I remember just thawing and eating them and I thought they were divine.

The box of peaches my mama gave me made the stack of freezer containers above, plus three bowls of sliced peaches for my family to eat, plus about 5 leftover peaches to eat fresh.

OH and here’s what the Tupperware Impressions bowl set looks like.  They’re Peachy Keen!

Tupperware Impressions Bowl Set