Hubs heard about a Peach Festival that was going on in Lafayette and casually mentioned it to me (because I am completely unaware of life outside my bubble). Maybe it’s the gluten free carb yearning that is weakening my spirit, but I started to conjure up visions of peach cobbler, peachy smoothies, peach pies, deep fat fried cinnamon sugar peaches, peach muffins, the juicy fruit themselves, or least ones in a can that were put there by a man in a factory downtown. Needless to say, I was ALL ABOUT IT. I mean, Colorado is known for their peaches, right?!
Excitedly, I dug out the only peach colored top I own and we skipped on over to the festivities.
We did what you’d expect at any respectable Peach Festival and enjoyed some jambalaya:
As well as (gluten and just regular) free cotton candy, courtesy of some churchy folks:
In addition to those delicacies and opposite of what my title implies, the peaches did in fact cost money-
…a lot of money and if I’m being honest, they were as hard as gallstones.
If that weren’t disappointing enough, there were way more homemade jewelry stands than peachy fun. Does that make sense to anyone??
A random side note: The Clompy McClomperton Crew moved into the apartment above us. They are athletes from China and there seems to be a lot of them, although we can’t keep track since they are always coming and going. We assume they are here to squeeze in some serious altitude training. While I appreciate their svelte bodies and gutsy drive and determination, the reverberating sound of their of indoor calisthenics and stair clomping is starting to royally tick me off. Can someone important, like Obama or JWOW, send for our old neighbors from Chicago? We need them back, stat.