Foodie Fights! Battle Peach and Tarragon 3
This scheduled episode of Monkey Menu Monday will appear next week, since those cool guys over at Foodie Fights drew crankycakes out of the hat for their 10th battle: Peach and Tarragon. The timing was perfect since my BFF was up visiting this weekend along with her beautiful-but-already-22 daughter. Here they are at the wonderful Burlington Farmers’ Market on Saturday.
Can I deviate for a moment to just say how much I love my friends? They dropped in to our shower-less small house, to all the dirt and noise of two little boys, and were just the loveliest guests. We laughed and reminisced and ate cheap sushi and visited Magic Hat for a tour, and they shrugged off the fact that they couldn’t bathe and amused themselves when I was busy. And even though I’ve only seen Jessi a few times in her life she still calls me, “Aunt Cheryl.” I love how old friends can show up and make everything seem okay.
But still, Battle 10 loomed. So, while wandering and doing tourist stuff, my mind was churning. Peach cheesecake with tarragon in the crust? Peach and goat cheese terrine? Peaches poached in dessert wine infused with tarragon? What did tarragon really taste like on its own anyway?
I grabbed the tarragon sprigs from the farm bouquet where I had stashed them at our CSA pick-up:
Suddenly, the idea of panna cotta appeared. I adore this creamy eggless custard that’s made with cream and gelatin and sugar, with everything else optional. I thought we could maybe add a little subtle flavor, top it with a peach syrup, and it could be awfully nice.
I do have to admit some dubiousness (why can’t dubiosity be a word?). Neither peaches nor panna cotta need any of my special help to become any more delicious. But the challenge was before me, and off I went to the market, where I found this from the Charlotte Village Winery:
Then, because the panna cotta requires a few hours to set, I got to work early in the afternoon.
I took 3 T. of peach juice (the juice from canned peaches, the only fruit Z. will currently eat) and sprinkled gelatin (of course vegan friends could use the vegetarian version) over it.
While the gelatin softened, I brought just to a boil:
- 1 1/2 C. cream (for vegans: coconut cream)
- 1 C. whole milk (or coconut milk)
- 1/4 C. sugar
- 1/2 vanilla bean
- 2″ sprig fresh tarragon
After removing the vanilla bean and tarragon and taking the cream mixture from the heat, I stirred the softened gelatin in very well to dissolve it completely, then poured the custard into lightly oiled custard cups to cover and refrigerate for three hours (the minimum time it should take to set, but 4 – 5 hours is better).
At this point, Z. wandered into the kitchen to ask what I was doing with his canned peaches. “With CUSTARD!?” he howled. “That’s WASTING FOOD!”
He left.
So I sliced 3 of the great Pennsylvania peaches we’ve been getting, while I put in a saucepan:
- 1 T. butter
- 1/4 C. granulated sugar (I wanted honey but was out)
- 1 3″ sprig of fresh tarragon
Stirring as the butter melted, I added:
- The sliced peaches, stirring to coat, and then:
- 1 C. of white wine (any not-too-sweet white would be fine, though if you go for something truly dry you may end up wanting to up the sugar a bit).
And brought it all to a boil:
I removed the tarragon sprig after a minute or two of boiling since I had no idea what sort of flavors the alcohol would pull out of the herb. (Some flavor compounds are water soluble, some are fat soluble – but alcohol extracts both.)
There was more liquid than I wanted for the finished dessert, so I used a slotted spoon to remove the peaches and boiled down the syrup until it was reduced and had thickened a little.
Three hours later, the custards were barely set but my friends were ready to leave and I started flying around grabbing my extra tarragon sprig and attempting food styling so we could capture the picture and they could help me taste test. Here’s what I got:
And the taste? Creamy and a little melty, like things with gelatin can be, peachy, lightly sweet, a little kick from the wine in the syrup. Z. wouldn’t touch this travesty of canned peaches, and E. said “No Mommy, it’s NOT pretty good,” but we adults thought it was lovely indeed. The tarragon does seem to add a light background sweet licorice note, and the peaches and custard worked nicely together.
If you agree it’s a good idea, I hope you’ll visit Foodie Fights on Tuesday or Wednesday and vote for crankycakes. And you could leave a comment telling my friend to move to Vermont, just to help nudge her along.
Enjoy!


















