Too much summer

What was I saying about not eating much?? Last weekend, I went down to the truck guy. The guy who parks his truck across from the welfare mall and sells the most beautiful fruits and vegetables. He's not too clean, but I'm not bringing him home, so there ya go. I bought, among other things, huge bags of peaches and yellow tomatoes. Giant yellow tomatoes. Not huge like they were full of chemicals, just perfectly big and round.

I made a too-yummy cobbler with some of the peaches for the pool party on Sunday. They could have been a bit riper that day, but I HAD to have cobbler. I would have eaten the whole panful myself if I hadn't taken it over there to share.

Today after work, the rest of the peaches and the tomatoes were ripe. RIPE. I stood over the sink and ate one peach. There was no other way -- too full of juice. Then another. I couldn't stop eating those juicy pinky-yellow fruits and I couldn't bear the thought of them passing their prime -- uneaten. Then I started on the tomatoes. Just bit in and let the juice run down my arm. I honestly don't even know how many of each I had. A produce frenzy, is what it was.

Now I have a belly ache. And a few more tomatoes and peaches must be consumed before they age too much more. It is my mission.