letters to beth {when life gives you peaches...}

dear beth,
i had a second batch of peaches leftover from last week, and when life gives you peaches, you make peach salsa. it's simply the tastiest snack you'll ever eat. i have a bottle with your name on it for when you come in november. what are the dates you are staying with us? i also made homemade peanut butter cups. i must admit, i spent most of the afternoon eating the peanut butter filling. every bite made my heart skip a beat. marv-VE-LESS {i know that's not how you spell that, but it's how i say it, so yeah}. my failure of the day was my homemade chicken pot pie. i've been wanting to make something fall weather-ish, and i found this great chicken pot pie recipe online. it was topped with homemade biscuits. the biscuits were the main reason i was making the recipe. i really planned on eating mainly biscuits. well, my friend, i am sure you are aware of this, but i certainly was not: shortening CAN go bad. sean spent half an hour chopping all of my carrots, potatoes, onions, celery, and shredding chicken. i made a homemade chicken broth and soaked the chicken and veggies in it. 2-DIE-4. i mixed flour and evaporated milk in a rue and mixed it all in so it was creamy and thick. my mouth was watering. the smells were AMAZING. then i mixed my biscuits. the shortening smelled a little funky, but i figured it must just cook out that smell. i don't ever use it, so i'm not experienced in the proper smells and cooking of shortening. i have no idea how long i have had mine. maybe 4 years? i cut out the little round biscuits, and they looked so beautiful! i topped my Delicious pot pie stuffing with them, and into the oven they went. sean and the kids were playing out back. the nights are just perfect right now. brennan is obsessed with his new mini-byu football he got at the byu game last week. the anticipation of the big byu/utah game this week is building around here. lots of red and blue flags flying all over the state! i sure hope the cougs win. it's always better around these parts when they do. and by "these parts" i mean "my house." so everyone was outside, and i decided i was going to sneak a little biscuit off of the side of the pan right when it came out. i almost threw up in my mouth. so sour and disgusting. ALL WRONG! all of that work, and i knew it just wasn't going to be what i wanted. i just kept thinking i should have bought Pillsbury. flaky, fluffy Pillsbury! i could have cried. anyway, i told everyone to not eat them {shawn ray just moved to utah, he was over too}, but brennan took a bite, i made the gagging sound, he made the gagging sound, and then he puked. ALL OVER. down the shirt, down the legs, on the chair, on the carpet {the stupid carpet under my kitchen table}, and so forth. i am embarrassed to say i even took a picture before i went to soothe him. bahahahaha. pitiful. i know. memories! then we put him in the bath, sean cleaned up the puke, and i swore i would never make that homemade pot pie ever again. at least not with biscuits with shortening that had gone bad.

what are you cooking lately?
are the leaves changing there?
they are changing in the mountains and in the valley here.

love,
emily

p.s.
i HATE flies. what is their purpose other than to buzz and bother me and eat manure? SWAT!
also, i decided to NOT show you the puke picture. you're welcome.