Peaches: the ultimate orb of summer. Give me bucketloads, give me crates, give me windowsills full of peaches and I’ll be happy. They maaaaaay just be my favorite summer fruit (I mean favorite fruit in general, come on), so of course I had to go and made giant gluten free peach muffins. With crumble topping. And a peach glaze. It’s summer in a muffin and I wish I could freeze a batch all year so that in December I could pop one out and feel that dusty late summer haze again. In the meantime, I’m just eating my fill of stone fruit and thinking up more peachy keen recipes. If…
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Gluten Free Glazed Fruit Financiers
Grown up tea parties are the best. Something so simple but so out of the ordinary (at least here in the States it is – we’re jealous of the normalcy high tea and tea in general enjoy across the pond). High tea is particularly fun because of the veritable tower of treats that usually accompanies a good cream tea or pot of other varieties of hot beverage. We’ve gotten lucky enough to sample gluten free high teas on three continents now – here in the US, around London of course, and one of the best ones yet was at the Belmond Mount Nelson Hotel in Cape Town, South Africa. If…
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Gluten Free Peaches and Cream Cupcakes
Fruit trees are simply the best. Food, on trees! Easily accessible (usually), and bursting with ripe globes of peach or plum or cherry in the summer. Of course there are so many other arboreal foods, but I’m talking about temperate orchards of stone fruit or apples or pears, the kind with literal low-hanging fruit and that pepper the valleys of southern Oregon each summer. Picking peaches in late July or early August was like a holiday for us kids. I remember what I think was the first year we brought home our haul – dusty from the dry, hot orchard haze, covered in a fine peach fuzz ourselves, and warm…
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Summer Peach Upside Down Cake
Every summer in southern Oregon, our family would pile into the car in late July, trunk full of empty Costco boxes, crates, bags and coolers – any receptacle sturdy and large enough to carry home our precious, fragile cargo. The outing always seemed to land on one of the hottest, driest days of the deepest parts of summer, so seeking refuge in the leafy shade of acres of peach trees seemed the right thing to do. If any of you got the chance to go peach picking while you were growing up you may have the same sticky-sweet nostalgia that sinks you into a million summer moments when you bite…
