peaches and cream

neighbors,
i made a pie,
and it had peaches in it.
what?
yup.
just like that.

yeah.
it's good.
dudes,
the peaches got crystallized in sugar,
so it's not as melty as i'd have imagined it'd be,
but there's a layer of sweetened, thickened, vanilla and peach juice activated
creamchee' filling-
with powdered sugar and tapioca to hook it up right.
i just kept throwing things in a pot until it looked and smelled and tasted like
a thing i'd want to eat.

eleven peaches, peeled, pitted, sliced, sugared, and squirted with lemon juice,
before being starched and floured, tossed and turned,
and mostly laid out in the bottom of a pastry-lined pan.
that's when i dropped in the creamchee' blops,
and finished off the fullness of the interior with MORE peaches.
mmmhmmmm.
three levels of peach and cream,
and then that cripsy, flaky, buttery big action,
in leafy cut-out splendor on top.
guys,
pie is good.
peaches are good.
peach pie?
you guessed it:
it's good.
i feel like baking something for somewhere between half an hour
and forty five minutes should produce some kind of treat sparkles
in your kitchen.
i mean,
it smells so tasty,
it looks so fancy,
and you get to have it!
that's all pretty rad, no?
...i'm sayin'!
***********
i've got that strong peach game poppin' off,
and that's a delicious result on my investment of time and fruit!
eating too much pie is kind of a recent development over here,
but it's definitely become a thing in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
i wouldn't eat some pie, anyway,
heck,
i wouldn't even just eat a lot of pie.
nope.
rules is rules-
and i rep a hard style when it comes to munching up on food:
too much is the right amount,
and that's exxxactly the number of slices of sliced peachy keenness i'm on.
the long weekend is now officially underway for all of you regular americans
with regular person jobs doing regular person things.
the woodsly goodness never enjoys such luxury.
that's no joke.
when everyone else is F*ing up the roadways, restaurants, and rivers
of this rural rocky-topped route through the mountains,
those of us who dwell here are actually working even harder
than we would be on regular workweek days.
uh-huh.
that's the pricetag on residing in and presiding over temperate paradise-
d!ckturds from away want what we've got,
and we're all making those movie checks while the makin's good.
that's a real life hustle, for real life people,
and it's currently really happening.
we're packed full of vacationers already,
and i'm right back into my favorite mood:
disgruntled.
mmhmmm.
the lamer the day in between meals,
the more i savor the small spells and spates of spellcasting sorcery i summon
from my pots and my pans in the mornings and nights.
bookending every tub of doo-doo buttery daily doings with a fresh-to death
rejuvenating repast?
word is bond, my neighb's-
i am grateful for the curated collection of crucial moments i've snatched
on either side of my workday.
there is good food and good work to be done away from what i do
to earn the stacks on stacks on stacks i stack to keep this fridge stocked.
this is it;
never quiet, never soft.....