I grew up (and this goes back to the Pleistocene Era, mind you) thinking that “Cling” peaches were a variety, similar to Bartlett pears. It was only after I got married for the first time and had to pit peaches for canning that I learned the physical difference. Clingstone peaches are from the fiery hell of Satan’s exhaust port; I’d much rather work with freestone peaches. So these terms go way, way back.
“There is a right way, and a wrong way”, thought the peach, “and my way is right.”With this simple decision, the pit wars were begun.Millions of peaches died, rotting in the Sun. Ultimately, the question of which was right was forgotten and the war just sort of collapsed into a jellied mess and went away, leaving only the pit, which saw all peaches as ephemeral and wholly disposable support systems.
But it doesn’t matter.We decide when it is done.We, the pits, will be the seed of a new generation of peaches.And that generation will do things right, born and raised in our image.The fight will never end until the last of us is extinguished and unable to engender a new wave of righteous wrath against the inferior freestones.Clingstones have no quit in them!Now join me in the Clingstone Anthem!
Mad-ge Dish Soap almost 9 years ago
She peached on us..
Randy B Premium Member almost 9 years ago
Peaches come in a can.They were put there by a man.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr almost 9 years ago
Doesn’t matter as long as they can be flung at the unwary.
FLIGHT SUIT almost 9 years ago
I don’t believe for one minute that these are real terms.
The Old Wolf almost 9 years ago
I grew up (and this goes back to the Pleistocene Era, mind you) thinking that “Cling” peaches were a variety, similar to Bartlett pears. It was only after I got married for the first time and had to pit peaches for canning that I learned the physical difference. Clingstone peaches are from the fiery hell of Satan’s exhaust port; I’d much rather work with freestone peaches. So these terms go way, way back.
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 9 years ago
“There is a right way, and a wrong way”, thought the peach, “and my way is right.”With this simple decision, the pit wars were begun.Millions of peaches died, rotting in the Sun. Ultimately, the question of which was right was forgotten and the war just sort of collapsed into a jellied mess and went away, leaving only the pit, which saw all peaches as ephemeral and wholly disposable support systems.
William Neal McPheeters almost 9 years ago
Okay … I now realize the warts on my flesh are clingstone. Good to know.
Sisyphos almost 9 years ago
I knew this. Peaches are good. An acquaintance in the Show Biz once played a character called Peaches in a film….
Arianne almost 9 years ago
Oooo-eeee baby! I like it when you speak of the pompitous of love!
Larry Miller Premium Member almost 9 years ago
She has a nice Edgar Allan Poe hairstyle.
Mad-ge Dish Soap almost 9 years ago
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 9 years ago
But it doesn’t matter.We decide when it is done.We, the pits, will be the seed of a new generation of peaches.And that generation will do things right, born and raised in our image.The fight will never end until the last of us is extinguished and unable to engender a new wave of righteous wrath against the inferior freestones.Clingstones have no quit in them!Now join me in the Clingstone Anthem!
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr almost 9 years ago
The Stranglers – PEACHES
Sisyphos almost 9 years ago
@ finale
Actually, “made for TV,” and available on YouTube….
Bill Thompson almost 9 years ago
Peachy keen! (Somebody had to say it.)