

This afternoon, I used my newly acquired fresh peaches (purchased at yesterday's orchard stop) to whip up a peach cobbler. I selected a particularly decadent Paula Deen recipe that was pure Paula (practically 1 stick of butter per peach). Per the recipe, I placed my naked peaches in a buttered 9 x 13 pan. Then, I lathered on sugar, cinnamon and a syrupy substance over the top until the peaches lay completely drenched and covered in caloric sinfulness. As the mixture baked, the aroma of summer filled the house, and I thought how wonderful it is to have the time to bake.
Lately, my mommy friends and I have discussed our feelings about summer coming to a close. A commonly held opinion: we'll miss the more leisurely summer schedule. This summer, I've relished in mornings where we can sit around in our jammies and evenings where dinner isn't retrieved from a box in the freezer. And, making a homemade dessert for a regular old family dinner, how divine.
After dinner, I devoured a heaping of peach cobbler, taking the time to savor the sweetness.
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