Following on from my quest for peaches I mentioned in Wednesday’s blog post I got the peaches. I made the pies. Only they weren’t to be peach pies …..

After searching and searching for peaches I finally found some that looked, felt and smelled great. As you can see below, when I started peeling and cutting them, that was not the case at all. One was fine, the rest were fit for the garbage can.

Instead we ended up with one rhubarb pie and one lemon meringue pie. When I first told dear hubby he wasn’t going to get his peach pies as requested he complained slightly, as what we ended up with are both my favourites and not his….but once he tasted them, all was forgiven.

So, as is quite common here or anywhere I suppose, things don’t always turn out as you may have expected them to but what you receive in the end can be just as satisfying. You just have to learn to go with the flow sometimes….