Iris The Tranny juggalette said
If you want to make your peaches really good.

Cut them in half and add paprika and sugar onto it.

It’s really good, try it.  

Paprika, eh? I’ll let the wife in on this tasty tidbit, thanks.

I just remembered something …

We grew up in rural NY very far out in the foresty hills. The homes were quite spread out. So maybe 2 miles down the road, where the trees would densify quite heavily, there was a little home on the left that belonged to an old, short lady named Mary Brown. We called her house “The Mary Brown House”. Mary Brown looked like a fat little witch. She had one significant interaction with my family and that was all I recall. She died. So for a bit that little house on the left remained unsold and just.. sitting there. 

One time, some kids from downtown came up to our house to hang. Right in that indescribable era between teenaged adolescent mystique and teenage “I’m older now so no more talk about cool things like ghosts and aliens” spot. That fabled “death of innocence” era lol… anyway, as we descended down the road (and I say descended because the hills of upstate NY and the surrounding area are quite shifting) I think there were 5 or 6 of us. I dont even remember the whole crew.. for sure it was my brother and my best friend, and the other 2-3 could have been my one homie who passed last year from an accidental Fentanyl OD, and either one or both of my brother’s girlfriends. 

Anyway, long story short, of the 5 or 6 of us, only my best friend and myself snuck (rather easily) into this lady’s abandoned basement t through a storm door and inspected her many shadowy jars of preserves. We smashed a few open that were there. Just being kids. Most looked like human organs and I told my friend this and it spooked him, to my delight. Then we smashed open one that looked like peaches. It was. So my homie drank some of the juice and peachflesh from the sharp, broken jar.

That’s it. End of story. I’m too wasted to talk about the heat spots.