Peaches For You

"If I had my way, I'd eat Peaches everyday"....so whatever happened to The Presidents of the United States of America. I have a feeling that we (the everyday public) got a little tired of having to say that really long name.

But my real commentary is that this past weekend I went to Fredericksburg (F'burg, cuz the real name is just too long to even type, much less say it 10 times fast). And, if you are even from/live/know about TX, then you know that they are famous for their peaches. But, sadly, this year was not a bumper crop as they were wiped out by hail & storm damage earlier this year. I did get to bring home peaches from F'burg, they just happened to be from somewhere in East TX. Well, peaches from TX are better than none.

What kinda cracks me up (Sweet T, I know you're wondering about this one) is that "supposedly" I am allergic to peaches. There's a story my mother used to tell how I bit into one and my whole mouth/face area swelled up. Then there was New Year's Eve early 1990's where after imbibing a Peach Bellini I was admitted to Brackenridge's ER and was discharged at 11:59pm (I still apologize to Crystal & Lori for that episode - getting discharged around midnight sucked). Then, there was birthday 2004 where I went to Galveston and willingly succumbed to peer pressure and had some funky shot that had peach schnapps in it. I did miss the UTMB potential ER visit by quickly getting it out of my system (throwing up).

However, every year, I tend to eat fresh peaches. I'm tempting fate. Testing the waters, so to speak. How can I be allergic to something I like so much? Peach cobbler, for pete's sake - where would I be if I couldn't have that? My life would be a lot less fulfilled that's for sure.