Millions of Peaches. Peaches for Me.

Peaches come from a can. They were put there by a man.
(If you have no idea what I'm talkin' about, hang your head in shame. Then listen to this song, then return to this post. tisk tisk)


My mom and I scored on a LOT of peaches from a local Amish community. Right now we're eating them fresh, because there's nothing better than a juicy peach on a summer day. If we don't have them consumed in the next few days, I'll make some peach jam or a peach pie filling.

Later gators.

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