"Millions of Peaches, Peaches for Me"

Oh my yumminess!  The peaches are ripe!  We went to our favorite "you-pick" orchard this weekend, and the boys picked peaches almost as big as their heads.  They had peach juice dripping off their chins within minutes.

Pumpkin decided he really needed to just sit right down and focus on the eating.

When we got home, I made a peach cobbler.  (Oh yes, I did, because I am Super Woman.)  The house smelled like peaches and butter and sugar and nutmeg and cinnamon.  The children were tired and filthy and happy, and ate up the peach cobbler with gusto.  Beloved, though, shrugged and said he didn't care for any.  He said he'd already eaten some peaches today.  Darn skinny husband with no sweet tooth...  I had to eat his share.

Comments

[Leigh]

hmmm, the idea of those smells mixed together sounds good.

[beagle]

Mmmmm . . . do you have a secret recipe?

[wendy]

Pumpkin ... you are adorable!

I love peach cobbler! I love to make it on a cold, winter night. We like it best straight from the oven, with a little half n' half poured over it. Yum! :-)