2 cups water
1 1/4 cups sugar (I used vanilla sugar so you will see vanilla beans in the pictures, but regular sugar is just fine)
3/4 cup dry white wine
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cinnamon stick snapped in half
the zest of one lemon (I used a vegetable peeler and got big strips)
1/4 teaspoon peppercorns
6 ounces raspberries
- Put all of the ingredients except the peaches and raspberries into a large pot.
- Halve the peaches and remove the pit.
- Add the peaches and bring the pot to a boil.
- Cover the pot with parchment paper and reduce the heat to a simmer. Cook the peaches in the poaching liquid for 7-10 minutes (this depends on the peaches. I checked mine every few minutes and pulled them when I could get a knife through them with no resistance, but they were not completely mushy.)
- Take the peaches out of the cooking liquid.
- Add half of the raspberries to the cooked peaches.
- Add the remaining raspberries to the pot and bring it back to a boil. Reduce the cooking liquid to about half.
- Strain the poaching liquid.
- Pour the glorious poaching liquid over the peaches and raspberries.
- These are perfect just like this. But they would be pretty tasty in your morning cereal, oatmeal or on top of a waffle or pancake. Vanilla ice cream? Yes please.
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
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Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
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WOW THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART
LOOK AT HIM HES SO HAPPY
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