Oatmeal Cookie Peach Crisp

I've been selfish. I could've shared this with you days ago, but I just kept eating it instead of editing pictures and writing. I'm a baaaad blogger. But! I'm sharing now, k? I know it's not quite fall, which is when I feel like I should be eating oatmeal cookies, so I decided to make it summery by sticking it on top of sweet, summer peaches. Problem solved! (Was that other sentence a run-on sentence? My high school English teacher would quite literally smack me on the head.)

Lazy Little Peach Cobbler

I'm housesitting while my sister and Rich are in Chicago for a conference. Housesitting means dogsitting. Dogsitting means they wake me up at 5am to go outside. Woof. It's their schedule, not mine so I go along with it. Well I wouldn't want someone to wait until it was convenient for them to take me outside, so I'm surely not going to do that to the pups.

Bourbon Peach Milkshake

South Carolina...is kind of a whack-a-doo state. We're in the news quite a bit for crazy politicians (Who can forget the Appalachian Trail scandal that basically ended Mark Sanford's political career, which he seems to be okay with because he found lurve?) and unfortunate statistics. But one of the reasons I put up with our peculiar brand of crazy is the food. In the last week I've picked a bucket of blueberries and at least five gallons of tomatoes. South Carolina produces more peaches than Georgia, and they're better too. That's my completely biased opinion, and I'm sure many Georgians would argue vehemently with me. The one thing we can agree on though is that both our peaches are better than California's. Sorry, Cali.