So when’s Nance going to address the Senate?

My mother used to buy peaches by the crate; she’d can lots of them, but we also had pies and sliced peaches w/ sugar and cream for supper. The peaches, as I recall, were from Georgia and consistently wonderful. Of course, that was back in the good old days, when, as we know, there were so many more consistently wonderful things.

One more note re Hillary. Like Brian, I watched MTP yesterday AM. I had already heard the cleavage brouhaha, but I hadn’t previously heard of her visit to the convention of the National Beauty Culturists’ League last Friday. Here is the poster for this event, which I guess was also on her website.

I liked the humor. It’s another instance of humanizing Hillary. Her decision to appear before this audience shows, as if we needed another example, that she is a smart politician. It’s hard to imagine any professional group whose members have had more experience in listening to and sympathizing with women who’ve been done wrong by men than hairstylists. Or so I hear. I always talk about movies w/ mine.

I deposited my buck-fifty in the honor box and took home 6 ears. Marvelous.

As for Michigan peaches – enjoy. Two years ago, Dawn and I drove through Michigan during peach time. I think we stopped at three roadside stands. Delicious!

I was expecting what my grandmother would have called “summer complaint.” However, that was not the result from indulging in so much peach essence.

I was at Hardy’s Farm Market in Fort Wayne on Friday. A pickup truck had rolled in just before I got there. It was loaded with crates of Michigan peaches. As I walked up to the farmstand the truck turned out of the parking lot and went back on the gravel lane.

I had expected to see peaches for sale. However, the clerk told me that she was unsure about OKing the purchase and had sent the truck up to the owner to get his approval. She said that, generally, Hardy’s had gotten southern Illinois peaches (which ripen about two weeks before Michigan’s) but that a spring frost had destroyed the Illinois crop.

Unfortunately, there were not Michigan peaches to be had. I hadn’t checked back today. There better be some tomorrow or Wednesday when I visit or I will be sorely tempted to head toward Grand Rapids.

But mmm, good.

When we lived in southern Indiana we once gave some of those vacation cherries to the old guy next door. He told us he had been camping up there years ago and was delighted to have some of the cherries he remembered so fondly. Then he leaned over and said, “but you know what happens when you eat too many cherries?”

Thank you Dick, we do.

Michigan Red Haven peaches are fine, but you can’t beat Georgia and South Carolina for those freestone varieties that seem to slice themselves in your hand. And Peach Slop sounds very good, a lot like my own Peach Crisp, which is awesome (if the peaches are good).