I’m voting for fresh local peaches!
It’s getting into election season now. I guess. To me, it’s felt like election season is more like a couple of years long anymore. I was enjoying a latte on the deck at the Breadboard the other day and I was telling one of the servers that I was getting kind of tired of hearing about it and I started to get kind of political and then she did the strangest thing… She put her hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye and just started singing “millions of peaches, peaches for me, millions of peaches, peaches for free.” Then, she winked and walked off. Two minutes later, she put a cup of fresh local sliced peaches on my table and said, “compliments of the presidents of the United States.” Ok. Then a hipster 30 something – “keep Portland weird” – type person at the table leaned over and explained that there was a hit song about peaches a while back and their group name was the Presidents of the United States and I thought everything was still a little odd but then I started to eat the peaches and there was juice running down my chin and I called the server over and asked what the deal was and she told me that the Rogue Valley has the best peaches in the whole world and the Breadboard gets ’em and you can have ’em in a cup or on your pancakes or on your waffle or whatever you want and that’s why people from all over the world come to Breadboard in August. And I started singing that peaches in a can come from a man in a factory but these peaches come from a tree and that’s as awesome as that can be! I say peach season trumps any other season. Punny, right?