Peachy keen idea for a dairy-free cobbler

Photo by Cynthia Hochswender

Peaches hold the distinction of being the only fruit that, when you search for them on Google, the first results are for a Canadian punk rocker.

The connection seems odd, since peaches, at least to me, evoke peaceful scenes of sitting on my front porch on a summer evening. 

This ironic use is not limited to rockers. Baseball fans will recall that Ty Cobb, who sharpened his spikes to harm opposing players, was known as The Georgia Peach. I would think that the infielders who bore the brunt of Cobb’s wrath did not regard him as a peachy man. 

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