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Monday, August 6, 2007
Food Peaches in Portland
Posted by on Mon, Aug 6 at 8:33 AM
I am not a rural person. I don’t like the countryside. It could be a product of vestigial class resentment because only the aristocracy use the countryside in my native England, to go fox hunting. Or it might have something to do with the lack of cinemas/restaurants/libraries/record shops one finds out there. Nevertheless, I was at last dragged up to Sauvie Island this weekend, on the condition we could rent the convertible Flexcar, to pick peaches.
Peaches are awesome. Peaches are cool. Peaches are in season! You can make peach cobbler with them! And then have your mate suggest dripping water on the peaches and photographing them like they were simmering naked flesh, nestling next to the peach cobbler. And then devour the peach cobbler in a frenzy with vanilla ice cream. I still don’t like the country, but I’m prepared to recommend a trip to Sauvie Island for the peaches. And I don’t do so lightly, because the chemical toilet I had to use on the peach farm was disgusting. But I’d say you’ve got about 10 days before all the peaches are over-ripe, maybe a smidge longer. So go! 
PEACH COBBLER: Be sure to do something “urban” afterwards…
Comments
Because blog persona always strictly adheres to ones personal habits and views...
One thing you won't be able to do over the next two weeks, or ever, is go to the Paragon, the greatest bar on N Killingsworth. The landlord failed to renew their lease. Also, greatest metal karaoke in town.
P.m: I blogged explicitly about one of the joys of country living, you whined about it. Case of the Mondays?
Ps. That chemical toilet really was disgusting.
I don't think chemical toliets are really a country versus city thing. my neighbors in se have one on their lawn (it's been there like 6 months).
Baking with peaches is the best. Especially when you listen to Peaches while baking peaches.I U She is what I recommend.
don't walk on the beach barefoot at Sauvie Island. I stepped on a drug needle there. IT HAPPENS! IT'S SKETCHY!!
"I am not a rural person. I don’t like the countryside. It could be a product of vestigial class resentment because only the aristocracy use the countryside in my native England, to go fox hunting. Or it might have something to do with the lack of cinemas/restaurants/libraries/record shops one finds out there."
Your right - you weren't whining
You're right! I was being funny. Attempting to use humor! Having a laff. I was having a laff. As in: "Is he having a laff?" "I'm having a laff." Etcetera.
"Your right."
Was I whining? No. But you clearly weren't punctuating. At least not in the "correct" sense, in which I have come to understand "punctuation" to be used.
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