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Published 2016
I have wonderful childhood memories of peaches. Every summer my uncle, who had a peach farm, would send my grandfather a couple of boxes of white peaches. They were the first peaches of the season and the boxes were opened with great ceremony. We’d all lean in and inhale the amazing aromas, then my grandfather would set to work poaching, bottling and preserving them for winter. Oh the wonder of those tall glass jars, packed with sweetly poached peaches and filled with the promise of summer
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