Peachy Keen

We’re getting a new dessert destination in town called “The Peach Cobbler Factory”. It’s a franchise I’ve never heard of despite locations in twenty-six states. As you’d expect The Peach Cobbler Factory offers fruit pie in a cup (à la mode or sans ice cream) but also lots of other desserts.  Choose from cheesecakes, cookies, or brownies, and all sorts of spins on peaches. Now if only I actually liked peaches.

Without “cobbler” in the name this business never would’ve caught my eye.  The truth is, I love peach cobbler.  It’s one of those foods I find curiously delicious even when its main ingredient doesn’t appeal to me.  The same can be said for Fig Newtons.  I have never been a fig fan yet I’ve eaten scores of the cookies.  Not that they taste like fresh figs.  But cobbler tastes like fresh fruit.

A peach cobbler cinnamon roll? Maybe, maybe not.

I grew up in a household that was all pie and no cake (read my take on pies in Any Way You Slice It).  My mother used to make wonderful hot fruit pies from scratch.  Cherry, apple, mince, and peach, and there might’ve been a blueberry in there somewhere as well.  The cherry was always my favorite but the peach was a close second.  My mother knew how to make a homemade crust, with the wonderful latticework on top to finish off the look.  She also knew what ingredients went into the pie to give it just the right consistency.

So go figure; I love hot peach pie even if I don’t love peaches.  Maybe I had too many as a kid (not by choice), sliced into a bowl and served with cream.  Maybe the sugar and crust of the pie somehow makes the peach more palatable.  Whatever the reason, I know I’ll be visiting the The Peach Cobbler Factory and trying several of their desserts.

No, no, NO!

Peaches are a big deal around here, evidenced by the groves (no, not “orchards”) of trees just about everywhere you look.  South Carolina harvests over 90,000 tons of the fuzz balls every year, over twice as many as our neighbor to the west.  That’s right; Georgia may consider itself “The Peach State” (as their signs boast every time we cross the Savannah River) and their pretty girls might be “Georgia Peaches”, but South Carolinians know which state really delivers the fruit.  On that note, here’s more peach trivia:

  • The peaches you buy at the market are likely a local product, but no country produces them in numbers like China does.  If you added up the peach production from every country in the world you wouldn’t be close to half the number coming out of China.
  • A nectarine is technically a peach.  So is an apricot.  The fruits are only separated by one recessive gene (causing the “shaved” look of a nectarine).  You even find peaches and nectarines growing on the same tree.
  • Peaches come in 300 varieties.  The “yellow” is the one you’re familiar with but the white is more common.  Peaches can also look like donuts (flatter, with a hole in the middle).  They’re categorized as “freestone” or “clingstone” according to how the peach pit separates (or doesn’t) from the fruit itself.
  • Peach fuzz is a form of defense.  It protects the fruit from the rot brought on by surface water.  It also discourages bugs from taking a bite.  Maybe I shouldn’t shave whenever I work in the backyard?

I’ll be sure to report back after I give The Peach Cobbler Factory a try.  I’m hoping their signature dessert is as peachy keen as Mom used to make.  Of course, it’ll be cobbler – not pie – which adds to the trivia.  With a cobbler I don’t get a crust under the fruit… only on top.  That’s okay.  As long as it’s hot and a la mode I’ll be transported back to the pie days of my youth.  With desserts like those, who needs cake?

Some content sourced from the Lane Southern Orchards website, and Wikipedia, “the free encyclopedia”.

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LEGO Neuschwanstein Castle – Update #5 (read about the start of this project in Fit for a (Fairy Tale) King

Neuschwanstein’s “bower”

As predicted, we’ll continue to build this castle in modules.  Bag 9 came together in a cool eighteen minutes but Bag 10 was another test of patience with more of those tiny, tiny pieces.  The end result of both is the structure and tower you see here, carefully snapped into the surrounding model after it was complete.  It’s known as a “bower”, a private apartment for the ladies of the house.  Fancy digs, no?

Before installation of the bower
After…

I would’ve loved to see the bower in all its glory.  The fact is, with only 14 of Neuschwanstein’s 200 rooms completed the bower is likely just the elegant exterior walls you see here and nothing else.  And those walls are full of windows, aren’t they?  I’ve added dozens of windows to the castle (with several dozen more to go).  And – painful lesson – those windows need to be oriented correctly.  I got one wrong on the lowest level of the bower, which meant several steps of deconstruction/reconstruction.  Not so fun.

Lower courtyard

Here’s a close-up of Neuschwanstein’s “lower courtyard”.  It’s where King Ludwig would’ve welcomed his guests when they arrived.  It’s also where you – should you choose to visit – will begin your tour of this magnificent structure.  When all’s said and done, the castle itself will utterly tower over this courtyard, a statement about not only the castle but also Ludwig himself.

Running build time: 5:07.

Total leftover pieces: 37.

Accompanying movie soundtrack: Rudy (1993).  I can’t believe this movie came out over thirty years ago.  Then again, I can’t believe I graduated from Notre Dame over forty years ago.   Extreme bias aside, Rudy is a story of perseverance unlike any other.  Just when you think Rudy Ruettiger can’t 1) Get accepted into Notre Dame, 2) Make the football team, 3) Actually play in a football game… Rudy delivers the goods time and again.  You need hear only a few seconds of the flute-soloed theme to know most of the soundtrack.  I can tie every bit of the music back to specific scenes in the move, but that’s just me, a Notre Dame fanatic.  I’ll be watching my Fighting Irish – in person – this weekend as they take on Wisconsin at Green Bay’s Lambeau Field.  Meanwhile, you’ll be listening to the Rudy soundtrack. Here.