This Peach Slab Pie is an easy alternative to the traditional fruit pie. Baked in a shallow rimmed baking sheet, it will go a long way feeding the crowd. For ours, we used ripened stone fruit marinated in sweet vanilla and rum.
Summer has a way all on its own to sensationalize and intensify things- the sights, the sounds, the aromas- needless to say the world truly comes alive. For as Charles Bowden once said, “Summertime is always the best of what might be.”
Apparently I’m not the only one who feels this way as neighbors around us have spent several nights shooting off fireworks and sparklers left over from last weekend’s holiday.
Let me indulge for a moment, dear reader. Allow me once again the opportunity to romanticize these fleeting moments of summer.
It began Friday night while mom and I sat out to watch the twilight skies melt from purple to blue, while somewhere off in the distance, the echoing sounds of classic pop blended into the familiar sounds of summer. Like girls do, we passed the time obliviously, catching up. Sharing our thoughts and ideas with one another, our idealistic summer dreams and hopes. We were briefly interrupted by our first sight of a firefly, who wandered over looking for company as well, perhaps, flickering past our shadowy eyes. I used to like to believe they were fairies when I was younger; and for nostalgia’s own sake, I still hold onto those childish fantasies.
I took the first sighting from our little visitor as a sign; a lovely note to start the weekend off.
The following morning we were greeted by a call from my aunt and uncle who decided to stop over for an impromptu dinner- my favorite kind.
Those small unplanned moments always turn out to be the best.
Quickly I had to come up with a dessert. We had a bowl of ripened peaches sitting by and with some creative input from Martha, I settled on a Peach Slab Pie.
It seemed easier to whip up than the conventional pie and it certainly was.
The peaches were so ripe and juicy, they hardly needed sugar. I simply tossed the peaches together with some brown sugar, vanilla and rum. For an extra pop of summer color, I sprinkled some blueberries and finally a blanket of crumb topping. The salty air was mixed with baked peaches throughout the day as it should in July.
As if now ceremonial, after dinner we took our pie and coffees out onto the deck. The golden lights strung around, warmly glimmered, while the classic blues played behind us.
Savoring each bite, one more delicious than the next, I watched the faces around the table – there’s a lot of love and happiness when we get together and it reminds me each time of how precious this time is.
Long live summer.