Musing on peaches. And the dump cobbler.
On the way up to Athens yesterday, my young son wanted to stop for some peaches sold at a road side stand.
I agreed to do it on the return trip.
We went all over that town.
We ate outside at Dairy Queen. Yes. Outside. (You know the one…with no inside seating right next to the Varsity.) I lobbied for the Varsity but he wanted DQ chicken tenders. Honestly, I think his motive was to garner a Blizzard.
It was hot. Later he said, “It feels like I pee-ed in my pants I’m sweating so much.”
We went on a mission and delivered some squash to a friend. It took a little doing to find her office but we perserved with her squash. It was the perfect amount for a casserole. I have yet to make a squash casserole this year.
Very sad for me.
Then we hit Target looking for white clothing — maybe save that for a later blog.
Then we headed home.
- We stopped for peaches.
Pecans! Must put pecans on top!
sounds yummy as soon as I wipe out this watermelon I’m going to get a basket of peaches!
You need to come visit Michelle. Bring a FL watermelon and I’ll supply the GA peaches. Get someone to sit the piggy and you and hubby crash in cottage.
You wrote this for me …didnt you? To get me down there!! Oh my they look so much better on my computer and not on my phone. Seriously, the peaches we get up here are rock hard. Every last one of them. I remember when I was younger, stopping at a road side stand in my town, and those-way back when, were the best peaches I have ever eaten. So very , very sad.
Jamie, which peach stand did you stop at? These look awsome, gotta get some!
Ginger. You do need to get down here to taste one of these. You, Deidre and me could hang out on the porch for days.
Kim – got them at Thompson’s the big stand in Watkinsville. I need to head our to the Markley Orchard in Rutledge. Karen said they are ready.