Thank goodness my pal and I have a/c because turning on the oven on a afternoon where it is 85 degrees was the last thing I wanted to do.
Growing up in the South must be actually different. I was born plus raised up North but my hubby is from the deep south. He lived in a small neighborhood that borders a river plus life was pretty easy. He didn’t even have a shopping center or theater for fifty miles. He plus his siblings made their own fun plus spent mornings lazing around in the heat, fishing or swimming… Now that he has relocated to the North he sporadically complains about the pace that everyone needs things done… The other afternoon he asked if my pal and I could make peach pies on the weekend. I didn’t see why my pal and I had to “make” them because my pal and I could simply “buy” them at the store. He said that when he was a kid it was one of his favorite things to do with his mom. They would spend the day in the orchard picking peachs then head inside to help peel them. His mom would make the crust from scratch, slice the peachs evenly, plus coat them in butter plus cinnamon. All of this sounded like something out of the granite ages to me, but, I wanted to make him happy so I told him I would give it a try. Thank goodness my pal and I have a/c because turning on the oven on a afternoon where it is 85 degrees was the last thing I wanted to do. I cranked the air because I wanted to cool off the home actually well before my pal and I even started the process. Pie making turned out to be an adventure plus one that I am sure I will perfect over time. My hubby was polite when I asked him how it taste although I am sure it was nothing like his mom’s.