One of the Pleasures of Summer...

[gnomi]

...is, at least for me, peaches. Fresh peaches. Fresh, super-yummy peaches. But I hadn't had any yet this season.

And then in the course of a conversation with beadattitude, it occurred to me that I could rectify this. So of I went to the farmers market that is, conveniently enough, almost right behind my office building.

And I am now the owner of a bag of peaches. I've eaten one already. YUM!

So thank you, beadattitude, for reminding me of the pleasures of fresh peaches.

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[gnomi.livejournal.com]

My dad grew up with fresh corn in the back yard. He'd be sent out to pick it *after* his mother put the pot of water on to boil it up. So we're talking fresh-fresh corn. He therefore won't eat corn on the cob that's older than, say, half a day.

I always said, growing up, that that just meant more corn for me. :-)