Peaches that were this close to being too ripe. I used to be allergic to peaches, but apparently I gave up that particular allergy after I went into anaphalytic shock from penicillin. Priorities!

I decided to get my baking on because when I’m stressed out or in need of some quiet time I like to put the iPod in and go to town. Now that I think about it, it really doesn’t work. Shirley usually starts yapping at me…which annoys me because hello, earplugs in! Listening to something! SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY! And then there is the whole thing with my only leaving one earplug in because I need to hear out of the other ear (you never know when someone might start talking, ahem). I always end up getting the damn wires caught on the drawer handles and it RIPS THAT SHIT RIGHT OUT OF MY EAR (while taking pieces of my ear drum with it). You know what…maybe I need to do something else to de-stress.

I’m all about multi-tasking so I played with the new camera while I was messing around in the kitchen. This is my bowl of ice water – rumor has it that you’re suppose to dunk your peaches in it after you boil them for a minute (blanching?). I don’t know what it’s called, but it works.

Have I mentioned how much I’m digging this camera? Love it.

Waldo says hello. It’s so freaking hard to get a picture of him because he’s such a tweaker and never stands still. And I can’t use a flash if I want to get his blue eyes. My cat is a simpleton. We’ll leave it at that.

I used a Paula Deen recipe that involved a stick of melted butter, dumping the batter in it (without stirring) and then adding peaches. I figured it was never going to work, but by then I didn’t really care because I was listening to Mel Gibson ranting at his girlfriend and I was agitated anyway. He’s about a sick motherfucker, huh?

You bake it for 40 minutes and oh, my.

French vanilla ice cream and I was good to go! I also made egg salad for lunch today. I didn’t get to relax, but at least I didn’t throw my peaches away.

I’m outta here.