I love love. and pie... that too.

To weeks ago, 

some sweet soul brought a box of peaches to church. 

And gave them away... for free moneys.

Naturally, I took a few and began to scour some of my favorite cooking blogs.

This recipe, as should not shock those who know me, caught my full attention. 

Wait, peaches+cream+pie?

yes. 

yes yes yes.

And two people in my office got engaged...

so, peaches+cream+pie+LOVE?! 

It truly doesn't get better than having a legitimate reason to bake,

[and an office full of boys to eat it, because heaven knows I would eat it alone]

and you know I did a love dance and squealed lots and lots. 

It was a week for the record people. I love love.

and pie.

And as far as the recipe goes? So good. So very good.

Had I heard of creme fraiche before? Negatory. 

Heck, I don't really even know how to pronounce it.

But if it smells like cream cheese, and kinda looks like cream cheese, 

and finds its home in a pie?

I'm all about that. Put it in my pie, and my oven, and my stomach.

I used grandma's pie crust recipe instead of the recipe called for...

and I did not do the whole freezing your crust and par-baking crap. 

[all respect to Smitten Kitchen, but I don't swing that way when it comes to pies]

And I used all the extra amounts of sugar. 

And, in case you were wondering, I have about an inch and a half of counter space

[or so it seems]

so you will never see any of my recipes on the counter. 

Only the table. Or the oven...... or my dryer. 

And yes, my dryer is in my kitchen. 

Apparently that's a thing.