Georgia Peaches

Georgia Peaches

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Proper English tea meets warm Southern hospitality. White tea and peaches with citrus hints, using sea salt and oatmeal as exfoliants.

Ingredients: Olive oil, Coconut oil, Soybean oil, Corn oil, Hemp oil, Organic Shea butter, Water, Lye, Sea Salt, Ground Oatmeal, Fragrance, Colorant

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Our van broke down while heading to the Georgia-Florida game in Jacksonville, not long after crossing the state line. A tow and a ride into town cost an arm and a leg, so we could only afford a cramped motel room while we waited for our repairs.

We called the mechanic first thing in the morning. He pushed back the repair time, but there wasn’t anything we could do about that. Hungry, we found a local diner in the hopes that some decent food could help lift our spirits and quench our sour mood. We found a run-down little spot that advertised breakfast in the morning and barbecue by lunch, and even though it looked a bit seedy, we had time to kill and figured we could risk our health on the experience.

The smell of grease as we walked in turned my stomach, though everyone else in the group began losing their minds about getting some bacon. Me personally, I wanted something a bit lighter and I ordered the peach oatmeal.

From the looks of the place, I expected peach-flavored slop—the kind that you dump from a dry packet and add hot water. Instead the waitress/owner brought out a bowl of hearty oats mixed with thick slices of fresh Georgia peaches.

I had gotten so used to canned peaches that I'd forgotten the difference that fresh fruit made. My taste buds burst as they tasted the ripe sweetness encased within the savory oats.

After calling the mechanic (yet again) it was clear that we'd miss the game, and we decided to make the most of our time by partying in the diner. We hung out and chatted with the locals. By lunch (pulled pork sandwiches, delicious) we had lost a thumb war tournament with a group of high schoolers, and by dinner we had some truckers line-dancing in the parking lot.

Though we never made it to Jacksonville that year, we still had an amazing time. And the best part? I got some more of that decadent oatmeal for the ride back. Totally worth it.