Upon his retirement, my husband has taken up baking (to the determent of my thighs and hips). He has also become our neighborhood gopher hunter –helping neighbors remove* errant gophers from their gardens.
As a thank you, a neighbor brought us a bag of peaches from the farmer’s market…resulting in this Martha Stewart, photo-worthy pie.
* trust me, you don’t want to know
Life gave me melons for years and years, until I realized that the only problem was that I was slightly dyslexic.