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Tim Farmer's avatar

Jenks, thanks for taking us down memory lane. Southern women of her generation enjoy feeding people. It's their way of expressing appreciation and affection. You can walk in the door and out comes the question, 'Are you hungry?" "Pickled Peaches" are a southern staple. I can remember my mother and grandmother preferring, "Indian Peaches" for pickling.

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Sharon McMahan's avatar

Now that you have me intrigues by pickled peaches, I don't see the recipe. Where am I missing it?

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Jenks Farmer's avatar

I added it! Sorry about that .

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Jenks Farmer's avatar

I forgot it!

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Anna Meadows Helvie's avatar

Is there an anticipated release date for the book?

I'm so glad your mom is around to make peace tea for y'all.

EDIT: I meant "peach," but perhaps "peace" was the better word after all.

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Jenks Farmer's avatar

I can’t say exactly but I have the final galley for proofing right now….Then we’ll get stuff to the printer and maybe have books by mid July?

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Serena DuBose's avatar

My grandmother used to look for what she called "Indian peaches" at the edge of the woods to pick for pickling. They were small, too.

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Susan Elder's avatar

What a treasure your mama is Jenks. You are lucky to have each other, and your sister, around you!

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Wendy W. Hilty's avatar

My gramma in southern Illinois allways made pickled peaches and I forgot about them. Guess what I will do this weekend? Thanks to your mama.

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Carla Brophy's avatar

Nice story. Your mama is such a dear sweet woman. She will sit and chat with anyone who comes to the farm. She and I have sat and chatted a couple of times when I was there. I think she loves all of us as much as we all love her. You are a very lucky man to have her.😘

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