It is the season for local peaches. Well, as local as peaches can get around here. This is New York state, and the peaches are from Pennsylvania. That is about as close as commercially grown peaches will ever come.
I really like a nice fresh peach. A fresh peach by itself is excellent, but it also goes very well with other things. We all know about peach desserts (yummy) and the old saying of “peaches and cream” definitely has merit. If you don’t have any cream, peaches and milk isn’t half bad either. But I would like to add one more way to eat fresh peaches.
On cereal.
To be more specific, I think a fresh peach on a bowl of cornflakes is very, very, good. Somehow, any other cereal and peaches just doesn’t quite compare. I’m not sure why. There must be some kind of synergy between the corny taste of the cereal, the milk, and the peach. It is a great way to start your day.
You should try it sometime.
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With that public service out of the way, I’d like to mention something else.
Getting sales calls is annoying–I think everyone can agree on that. But they seem to be growing increasingly insensitive to privacy. It’s bad enough if someone is trying to sell you a refrigerator–it’s worse if they want to know what you have in your current one. People complain about the online invasions of our privacy, but have you heard any of these recent calls?
“Hello, I’m Micheal, and this is not a sales call. I just want to ask you, do you have a smoke alarm in your house?”
Reaction: “Whaaa?”
After you get over the shock of some complete stranger asking what is inside your house, Of course you know darn well this is actually a sales call. The next thought is–who actually answers that kind of question? The gall of asking that kind of questions about what you have in your house!
Are there no boundries?
Apparently not. It gets worse. Recently there were very persistent, repeated, attempts by a certain company that wanted to “follow up” on a medical condition. Did indeed someone in this household have this medical condition?
Yeah. It was a sales call, passed off as not being a sales call, trying to sell stuff related to a medical condition. And the person making the call was clearly of foriegn extraction (Indian). I don’t think the do-not-call list works in India.
I generally try to maintain the most minimal standard of politeness to sales calls, like saying “No thank you, not intersted” before I hang up. No need to stoop to their level, I figure. But the last time they called, I simply hung up. It was that or saying, “It is none of your business if someone in this house has that medical condition, and don’t call again asking.”
And you thought cookies on in your web browser were an invasion of privacy.
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I already tried it, only I added blueberries to the mix. Then the blueberries overpowered the cornflakes, and the peaches overpowered the blueberries. Yay, peaches and milk!