Let Me Tell Ya

The list of things in this world that I love more than Fredericksburg peaches is short. Very Short. I know that Heaven will be chock-full of their sweet juiciness, with the fuzz already washed off. Despite the fact that peaches tend to make my lips and face itch & swell, I will not stop eating them. And if I ever happen to go into anaphylactic shock while eating a Fredericksburg peach, I would die (or come close to it) happy. Between Fredericksburg peaches and chocolate? The peaches win, hands down, every time, no questions asked. And if you can't get them where ever it is you happen to be, they are worth the pilgrimage.

And so it was that the family made a pilgrimage this weekend. Actually, the plan was to go see my parents, but I warned Clint before we left that the was NO WAY IN HELL that I would drive through Fredericksburg and not stop for peaches. So, I got my peaches. And they are everything I have dreamt about for months, and more.

Also in the top 4 reasons to go to see my parents? The Bounty. Mom and Dad now have the garden of their dreams out in Mason, and it often produces more than they can eat (as a well-tended garden often will do). This weekend we brought back cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, more yellow squash than I can possibly eat (Clint won't...squash, anyone?), green beans, onions, a cantaloupe (for Max, as Clint and I agree in our distaste for this), and homemade pickles. I can already tell that the 2 jars of pickles is not even close to enough...I'm sitting here eating some, now! I foresee lots of yummy vegetable cooking this week...