So, before I moved to the country, when I was just discussing the move with my friends and family. And independently of me bringing it up, several times the popular song implied by my move. To which I tended to respond that I didn’t know whether that would be a part of my diet here or not, but I’d get beck to you on it.
So the other night my grandparents and I went to the Bee Line Cafe in Payson for their all you can eat fish dinner, and as we were waiting for our soup and salad, I heard the waitress listing off the types of pies they still had, to try to get the woman sitting behind me to order dessert. And the last one on the list was Peach pie. So I mentioned to my grandfather that I love (adore, enjoy, &ct.) peach pie, but wasn’t sure whether I’d have room after eating supper. He told me that he doesn’t think it makes sense not to eat what you like, and suggested that I ask the waitress to hold a piece for me. Which I did. And I made sure to save some room for it. And it was excellent, and I enjoyed it quite a bit, and was glad to have it. I love peaches.
Then today for lunch, we happened to not have any bread defrosted for making sandwiches, so while I was making some Easy Mac, I opened a can of peaches and enjoyed them with my lunch. Actually, since coming to Pine, I HAVE had more peaches than in quite a while, and if opportunities keep coming up, I may try too keep it up.