In the past two days, I've found two of the things I knew would make Tulsa better for me - Water Aerobics Classes and a (Card Making) Stamp Club. And as if it couldn't get any better, when I was leaving my first Water Aerobic class at the Owasso YMCA, there were 3 really good Farm Stands in the parking lot. (As a side note, I hadn't considered looking for Water Aerobics at the YMCA, since I grew up being told that the pool at the YMCA didn't require bathing suits, which was why it was male only.) I got Okra, Heirloom Cherry Tomatoes, Onions, Japanese and Greek Eggplant, and Green Bell Peppers. (I think I'll suff the peppers.) Did they have peaches? Well, yes they did. Were they expensive? Even bought in a parking lot, they were still $1 each, something about the excessive heat (106) being bad for the crop. Did I buy any? Might have. Were they worth $1 - no, these were $5 peaches - I (hypothetically) have never had a better peach(es). Will there be one for my husband when he comes home? Not really. It's the Peach Cobbler Fiasco, all over again. My sister Claire has requested that I put the Peach Cobbler story on my blog. I love my sisters and will do just about anything they ask, so - My girlfriend Judy is the best baker in the State of Washington. Her Peach Cobbler is one of her best recipes. But she goes the extra mile, and doesn't bother to make it unless the peaches are perfect, although, as good as her recipe is, canned peaches would make a heavenly dish. About 6 months after John and I were married, he had a poker night and I went and had dinner at Judy's. She lived about 20 minutes away and made a great dinner followed by her amazing Peach Cobbler. All good. Until, one week later, Judy sees John and asks him to his surprise, how he liked the Peach Cobbler she sent home for him. It seems that he didn't realize that the new 9 x 13 glass pan was not actually new, but had been licked clean by his wife on the 20 minute ride home. After she had devoured the entire contents. And I have never felt sorry, just caught.