Spiced Peach Jam...
It's early morning, the clouds are thick on the mountains with bits of red and vibrant orange colors from the leaves peeking out in various patches. Rain has come and will soon be disappearing up and over the mountains, on with it's journey. These are my favorite days. Every year, I fall madly in love with fall. I love everything about it. I love that crisp feeling in the air and the way the light changes to highlight the colors that appear and give them a sort of vibrance you don't see anywhere else. The leaves lightly falling to the ground and the storms that roll through the valley that remind you winter is coming and invite you to enjoy the moment that you are in. With all of this comes a desire to cook and preserve, I am not sure why. Maybe it's the whispers of the generations of women that came before me that relied on the harvest being "put up" so they could eat through the winter. Or perhaps it is just the comfort that come...