On my way home from Traverse City, I bought these Michigan grown plums and peaches. Christian was getting frustrated with me because as soon as I walked in the door I just had to take some pictures. I knew that they wouldn't last long on the counter and since I fall in love with beautiful stuff, I really NEEDED to get a picture of them right NOW!!!
The peaches were so ripe that they smelled like a scented candle. The juice would just pour out of them as soon as you touched them. Jeff was driving in to town and took one with him to try on the way. He ended up getting juice on himself and Margaret's car. Sadly, he had to throw some of it out the window because it was just too juicy to eat while driving.
I made the tart below with some almond cream (frangipane) and then the peaches. Normally I would boil them for a minute to loosen the skin but I couldn't chance them getting any softer. I peeled them with a very sharp knife and then quartered them. I put them in a pot with some vanilla sugar, almond extract, a touch of cinnamon and a little bit of butter. I only warmed them and then spooned them out one quarter at a time. I arranged them and topped them with some raspberries. I baked it for about, oh I don't know, until it looked ready. It was tasty. I took some down to The Two Track bar in Grayling and it was enjoyed by some of our friends there. The other one was devoured at the cottage.
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