Eat a Peach

by Kelli Steele

Nothing compares to summer in the south. The undulating buzz of cicadas provide a constant backdrop to sweating glasses of iced tea, fans turned up as high as they'll fly, and air that feels so thick you could slice through it with a knife. Thankfully it's also the season of other more enjoyable things you can slice through, like plump tomatoes, crisp cucumbers, and glorious juicy peaches. 


My parents used to live in South Carolina. When my son was young and full of questions, he saw the dozens of billboards out the car window on the long trip down to visit and asked, "Peaches? What's all this about peaches?" And while there are some small peach growers up where we live, everybody knows that peaches from a couple states south of here just hit different. So when our local marching band sold overpriced boxes of peaches as a fundraiser we bought two. (Please share your favorite peach canning recipes.) 

I think the Allman Brothers summed up that slow summer feeling perfectly, don't you?

"Walk along the river, sweet lullaby
They just keep on flowin', they don't worry 'bout where it's goin'" 

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