Peaches to Beaches

We have been so busy that I have not been able to keep up with my "scrapbooking." So please excuse the bombardment (is that a word?) of posts that I hope to catch up on in the next few days. I have quite a few in the works right now, because I would forget my ideas if I didn't go ahead and get the post started. My memory cannot get worse. I hope.

So last Saturday was the Peach Festival. Linsey and Molly were in town, so we headed on over there with Blair, mom, and Molly's boyfriend Josh. It was Blair's first really public outing, but for some reason I feel better when we're outside. We didn't stay long, because it might as well have been 200 degrees outside. It was near it, I tell you; it was HOT. Thank goodness the Peach Palette had A/C and yummy popsicles! Linsey and mom fanned Blair, but all she wanted to do way plan with the "fan."

We had to stop by and see the world's largest peach cobbler that the festival has each year. For some reason Guinness has said that the peach is not a significant fruit, so the cobbler is not in the book, but it's still pretty neat.

The cobbler is almost ready! The top has a glass window so you can see it baking.

What's even neater is that my parents started the cobbler back in the early 90's. My parents aren't in charge of it anymore, but they got the recipe perfected and built the pan and the oven. My dad built the oven each year out of cinder blocks and gas burners, using large pieces of metal for a top. The city has since made a permanent oven near the courthouse, but it's based on the original. I remember using new garden tools to mix it up each year. They mixed the flour and sugar with rakes in huge trash cans. And we used hoes to chop and push the butter around in the pan while it melted. That was fun. The first year, we had so much cobbler left over. We sent people home to bring back containers to take some home in. Even though folks line up for cobbler, they still have lots left over!

Serving table and the line. I can't believe folks actually brought chairs to sit in while waiting.

Molly and Josh waited in line and only got one bowl of cobbler, but Molly shared.

Removing the panels that close the oven. They used to be panels from what would be the side of a Blue Bird bus. It appears that they still might be!

Looks pretty good!

The cobbler is 6' by 9'.

Checking the bottom with an oar.

Pretty!

The next day we were off to St. Simons to visit my second family with whom I spend many a night growing up. Stay tuned!