Monday, August 03, 2009
I made 18 jars of peach jelly today.
While pureeing a mountain of peaches, I imagined myself getting another Olympic Medal for a competition that does not exist.
I've imagined myself being awarded Olympic medals, with all the ceremony...tears in people's eyes...the works for several make believe events.
Getting to your vacation destination with four small children and realizing you did not forget ANYTHING. Nothing. I won a gold for that.
Every time I do laundry all day and every sock has a match...yep. The national anthem plays in my mind and people cry for me. I say, "every time" like it happens a lot. It doesn't. It happened once. Yes, I know it's sad, but that day ranks pretty high up on my list of favorite days.
Why can't they award Olympic medals for things that actually matter...like being able to open and shut the dryer door without the dryer ever turning off.
All the moms are cheering.
I can hear you.
After I won my medal today, and I finished imagining what the commentators were narrating over the award ceremony I started thinking about peaches.
You know how tomatoes that you buy at the store don't taste anything like tomatoes that grow in your garden?
They are so different, I have a hard time calling both of those things tomatoes.
That's how I feel about peaches.
Peaches in the store taste like dirt.
Peaches from Fairfield taste like candy.
Aaron drove all the way to Madisonville Sunday to buy me some Fairfield peaches.
He loves me.
We have eaten them until we're sick.
The entire top of my mouth has sores on it from all the acid.
I've pooed more in the past 24 hours than I have in the last 3 months.
But will I stop eating the peaches?
No. I won't even slow down.
If you've never eaten peaches...the real ones...then I bet when you hear the phrase, "sounds peachy" you think that means "sounds like hairy blah."
When I hear, "sounds peachy" I think...
It sounds "marvelous"..."divine"... like "Jesus made it."
Fairfield peaches from Cooper Farm are worth the 45 minute drive to Madisonville.
They sell them Wednesday-Sunday at the gas station on I-45.
Check out this farm's website. If you are not from around these parts, they give a list of locations where they sell their peaches here. Yum!
I love peaches, and I love my money going to local farmers.
I also love this peach jelly, and all the frozen peaches that will go in my daily smoothie...and the peach cobbler Brooke taught me how to make.
I will also like Blue Bell Vanilla ice cream on my cobbler.
But, you already know that.
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