Kindly remove your mind from the gutter. Not that O. I meant the O in Orama. As in Peach-Orama. Apparently my local grocery store is having one. Which of course I am a marketers dream and fall victim every time for things like that. Seriously. You put Orama, Fest, or Extravaganza at the end of something and I will be drawn in. This worked especially well for my mother growing up. I can't tell you how many times I fell for helping out at Laundry-Fest. Which, FYI, there is nothing festive about folding laundry. Sigh. Now a days I call them Laundry parties but my husband is too cleaver and catches on before I can sucker him into it. Tom Sawyer I am not. So falling into the trap of Peach-Orama I ended up with a lot of peaches. Which just like all other fruit for some reason doesn't want to sit around on my counter and in the fridge for 3 weeks while I leisurely get to it. I went with a simple biscuit topped peach-raspberry cobbler (somehow ended up with a half flat of those … [Read more...]