I figure this is just in time for our shipment of 3 Springs Fruit Farm peaches….
Note: It pains me to share this. I know it’s silly, but I hold all the recipes my mom uses close to my heart, even the ones she gets from cookbooks. So, easy as this recipe is, I’m sharing an important part of me with you. It makes me uncomfortable, sad, and nostalgic. So pardon any cheesiness (although I am the least cheesy person on earth) and accept this gift I present to you (which is not at all a narcissistic sentiment).
I’m a big advocate of my mom’s cooking. Seriously, my mom is the best cook in the world. She’s better than your mom, hands down. Oh, your mom was taught by her authentic Italian G’ma? Yea, mine’s still better. Oh, your mom was trained by Julia Child? My mom was trained by herself. Oh, your mom is a chef at some super classy restaurant? Whatevs, my mom pwns your mom any day of the week.
