Peach season is upon us here in the South. Soon it will be time to travel to Clanton, Alabama to buy home made Peach ice cream, peach shakes, peach pies and of course peach cobbler. I fondly remember as a kid arriving at my Grandmother's house on Saturday morning's and the kitchen always smelling of peach cobbler cooking in the oven. She was already getting a early start on Sunday lunch. Sunday morning family members would begin to arrive. Some would drop by for conversation and friendly visits but most importantly all would stay for a Southern Sunday family lunch. They would gather around the dinner table to a platter of fried chicken, mounds of mashed potatoes, bowls of spicy turnip greens and stacks of warm biscuits and of course a hot bubbling peach cobbler. I grew up in the time when children were fed last. My parents would tell me this was a time for the adults to visit, to go outside to play for awhile. I never really minded eating last. Adult conversation was boring and