Millions of Peaches, Peaches for Me!

If anything was going to convince me to pick up a blade with a still injured finger it was going to be the pleasant surprise of seven juicy ripe peaches appearing in The Box this week.  I cannot quite impress upon you, dear sweet reader, just how fantastically peachy these peaches were. I probably could have just sat and consumed all 7 one after another until The Husband walked in to find me in a peach-induced stupor with 7 pits lined up in front of me and inevitably covered in peach juice.

It would have made a good blog post for sure when they let me out of the loony bin finally. So for my sanity and the sake of keeping this blog from such an indulgent unnecessary hiatus (not to mention all the incoming boxes from going to waste) I ran the options through my head.

And oh there are options. There are the savory applications, grilled peaches, salsa, salad etc. And then the sweet delights, jam, ice-cream, sorbet, cake, crisp, buckle, pie and....cobbler. Oh yes cobbler, that odd dessert that is neither pie or crisp, nor anything else, but goes hand and hand with the word peaches.