Sometimes I amaze myself with my forgetfulness: I accidentally ate two breakfasts this morning. I awoke around four, thinking about those cheese grits in the refrigerator, so by five I was eating some delicious grits. Then I did two days' worth of reading in my one-year Bible, because I forgot about it day before yesterday. I do believe I'm going to make it through the Bible this year. I always start out in January with good intentions, but I often drop out in three or four months. Anyhow, by the time I read that and caught up on Words With Friends, which I hadn't done for about 24 hours and had quite a few rounds, it was time I crawled into bed with Cliff at 7 AM; we talked awhile and when Cliff got up, I told him it seemed to me he isn't eating two meals a day now, but has been having a light supper of whatever he can find: That's what we were doing before he went on the two-meals-a day thing. So I said, "Can we please go back to our regular mealtimes?"
Regular times consist of a light breakfast, the biggest meal of the day at noon, and whatever, but not too much, of whatever you can find in the evening. If we have something more substantial for breakfast like a breakfast burrito, we hold off until 2 PM for dinner/lunch.
My peach tree has lots of fruit getting ready; I've already done a few pints of sugared peaches to put on cereal, and a couple of loaded quart bags that hold five cups of unsweetened peaches for cobbler. I'd love to go ahead and make the filling, with sugar and all, to freeze. But I'm afraid if I added sugar, a quart freezer bag wouldn't quite hold it all. I canned one quart of corn yesterday and we had some for dinner. That's the last of the corn. But I digress.
I told Cliff we'd have Mini-spooners with peaches for breakfast, not even thinking about the fact I wasn't hungry. It wasn't until two hours later I realized I'd had two very substantial breakfasts! I get excited when the peach tree produces. For some reason, we had no peach crop the past couple of years. The local peach orchard had plenty, so I don't think my lack was due to the weather.
So I'd already told Cliff dinner is at noon and we'd be having meat-and-corn-bread squares, one of his favorites. I knew I wouldn't be even a little hungry. I just went ahead with it, and told Cliff I'd heat up a serving in the microwave when I get hungry (or tomorrow, because it's 4 PM right now and I'm not hungry yet). I went ahead and had my dessert, though... a modest (one biscuit) piece of peach cobbler with a little cream.
Meanwhile, peaches have taken over the kitchen. I pick them while they're still solid, but in a day or two they ripen nicely and I freeze them. Here's what I have right now: