Everything's just peachy

There is just no pleasing some people. And by “some people,” I mean my family.

My brothers and sisters showed up this weekend to help me get a few little projects done around the house. While they sawed, sanded, scraped and painted, I cooked. Their compliments of my cooking ranged from “That wasn’t too disgusting” to “At least he’s trying.” High praise indeed, if you had heard what they said the last time I cooked for them.

This time, I found some canned peaches Sue had put up; I stretched my abilities and made a pie for dessert. They all thought it tasted fantastic. The peaches happened to be...