For as long as I can remember, on Father’s Day, my Dad and me sprawl out on the couch, eat Cheetos, have a beer or two and watch the US Open on TV. It’s what we do and it’s always fun. This year instead of baking him a blueberry pie, I decided to mix it
Peach Cobbler
So if our our Colorado weather couldn’t be any weirder this summer, it just did… I turned my heat on, made my first batch of soup, picked sensitive veges from my garden and I am trying to wrap my head around the fact that the weather people said the “S” word. I can’t say it
