Ode to the Deliciousness that is called Chick-Fil-A's Peach Shake
by MamaHen
Cold, creamy, peachy--
yum.
You just really have to have one.
The End.
Cold, creamy, peachy--
yum.
You just really have to have one.
The End.
Yep, I've been out of the loop for two weeks and this is all I have come up with.
The hot lazy days of summer are here and I am trying to breathe while I can before the garden gets ripe all at once. And the pears. Oh, the pears... (I am very grateful to have this problem though, I just have to whine every once in a while or Mark starts to wonder if I'm feeling okay.)
Today its supposed to get close to 100 degrees. Grab yourself a peach shake (really, after you have Chick-fil-A's, nothing else can even compare), find some air-conditioning (I prefer to go with the stand over the vent method), and try to cool off for a minute.
I'm off to pick green beans and then back inside to snap them in the air-conditioning. Part of me wants to do it on the front porch like my grandmother did, but then part of me knows she would have been sitting inside in the bought air if she had the opportunity. That's what I'm telling myself anyway.
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