Peach Ping

Last night at the end of our Father’s Day dinner, our son asked me if I had my mom’s recipe for Peach Ping. And he wanted to know if I would give it to him or better yet make it for him.

I told him not only did I have the recipe; I would gladly make it.

photo by Nate Kay

And that simple question brought up a very sad memory. The last time I made it was in August 2013, a few months before our dear friend Cynthia died. I made dinner for our group of friends, including Cynthia and her husband, and baked my mom’s peach ping for dessert. That was the last time all eight of us were together.

I found the recipe in my mother’s recipe box. One of these days I will copy the recipes each one meticulously typed on now-yellowed four by six cards and publish them in a book to share with my family.

Here’s the recipe for Peach Ping:

10 to 12           peaches
½ cup             butter or margarine
1-1/2 cups      brown sugar, packed
1 tsp                grated lemon peel
2                      eggs
2 cups            granulated sugar
½ cup            boiling water
2 tsp               vanilla
2 cups            flour, sifted
1 tsp               baking powder
Dash              salt

Peel peaches, cut in quarters and arrange in a 9 by 13-inch baking dish. Dot peaches with butter, then sprinkle on brown sugar and lemon peel. Beat eggs until light in color. Gradually add sugar and beat thoroughly. Stir in boiling water and vanilla. Sift together flour, baking powder and salt. Add to the egg mixture and blend well. Pour batter over the peaches. Bake at 375 degrees 55 to 60 minuets, or until crust is lightly browned and stiff to the touch. Serve warm with ice cream or whipped cream if desired. Makes 10 to 12 servings.

My mother commented at the end of the recipe in all capital letters: DELICIOUS!
It is delicious, even without ice cream or whipped cream.

And here’s one of the many poems I wrote about Cynthia after she died.

A Love Poem

I will always remember her confidence
I will always remember she liked to wear Carleton clothing designs
I will always remember she worried about her flabby arms though they weren’t flabby at all.
I will always remember she made delicious appetizer platters
I will always remember her wide smile
I will always remember she listened when I spoke about my dead son
I will always remember that she loved her work as judge
and that she received her law degree at age 39
I will always remember her break the fast dinners
I will always remember her loving daughters
and how they cared for her
I will always remember she didn’t like to exercise until she found Becky
I will always remember when we met through mutual friends
many years ago
I will always remember she was there for me during my greatest loss
I will always remember her perfect match, her beloved husband Irv
I will always remember she read my book and invited me to her book club to discuss it
I will always remember we said I love you whenever we meet
and kiss on the lips.

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