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Curb Market Crawl – Back to the Peach (Part 2)

So.. peaches. I never really had a nickname growing up. I don’t know why. I guess my own name was odd enough for the times. I tried calling myself Steve (my middle name) for a while but it never stuck. In the mirror I just didn’t look like a Steve, I didn’t feel like a Steve… and I ended up giggling uncontrollably when people eventually began calling me Steve. I abandoned the whole idea after a time and just stuck to my christian name – Toby, it was memorable enough. My mom’s family is rife with those quirky little terms of endearment that only children can understand… my aunts were Bootsy, Mott and Mutt. There were a heap of JW’s & JV, JR’s and Jr, and an uncle they called Taa…. Gotta love the South. I have a wonderful friend. Actually, I have several, but this one is special. She calls her son Peach… and always has. And it’s not in the Southern ” Be a peach and get me a coca cola” sense.. just peach… …

An Overnight Sensation

Some of you may know I have a sister… … this is her. (tiny, isn’t she) Since we were kids, Melinda has always been my closest confidant… my biggest critic.. and my sounding board. She is my favorite person in the world. So, when I got the box of ingredients for the recent food challenge, my first instinct was to call Melinda and pick her brain for ideas. (You see… even though she isn’t in the food field, she is just as talented as me… if not more. And Nobody loves food more than her.) One of the things she suggested was overnight oatmeal. My color palled. I don’t do oatmeal… it’s a textural thing. She went on to explain that it was  slow cooked oats with dried fruit.. (I still wasn’t warming to the idea.) I suggested that she send me the recipe and I would take a look at it. She did, I made it..and you know….. it’s pretty damned tasty! So in honor of my sister, I am including her email to …