Yesterday my contact at the machine shop (where I buy my tomatoes) turned me on to a heating and cooling repair place that sells peaches. Decent peaches are a great rarity around the lower Midwest this year, so I ran over immediately. It was true. The proprietor of the place has one of the few producing peach trees in the area, and the fruit in the box by the cash register was at peak ripeness. Looks like we’re baking with peaches this week…and perfect peaches just scream to be made into cobbler, donchathink?