Peach cobbler

This morning I got up early and went to the farmer's market. It's held at the state fair grounds, in the open barns there. One was filled with produce, and the other a flea market. I only went to the produce barn. I'll have to check out the flea market next week.
I had the vague idea that peaches could be had, considering we are only about an hour from the line into the peach state. I had no idea what other fruits and vegetables were grown in Alabama. It turns out, a lot. I got beautiful cucumbers, green beans, and the smallest yellow squash I've ever seen. Actually, I only bought the squash because the vendor was so friendly, telling me about them, how you pick the first of the crop, and fry them up with onions and butter until they melt in your mouth. I also only bought some local honey because the old couple selling honey and preserves were so sweet and answered all my questions, like what was chow-chow, a yellowish preservative (a cabbage relish, actually). But I figure once we're back on eating sugar, it couldn't hurt our allergies to have some local honey. It's made about 20 miles away.

There's a farmer's market cafe on the grounds, too. I don't know if they use the farmer's produce, or if it's the typical Southern-fried breakfast. I am excited to show my mother-in-law the market and to have breakfast there when she visits in July. It's a neat place.

I bought more peaches than I could carry, for only $5. I spent the afternoon cutting and freezing them. We're on a big fruit kick with the stupid diet, and they'll be perfect for our soy protein smoothies. Evidently peaches have a lower glycemic index than apples, and since in Phase 2 of the diet, we're allowed apples, I figured eating a scrap or two wouldn't hurt.

Peach pie is heaven. Peach cobbler reminds me of being a kid, and my mom making it in the summertime. This diet is killing me.

I don't know why. Phase 1 was fantastic. My body is reacting badly to Phase 2, and I can't figure out why. It's still super healthy. Maybe it's the carbs I'm reintroducing, albeit really healthy ones, like Ezekial bread (barf). I know I probably went overboard previously with the carbs, thinking a piece of bread would stave off my low-blood-sugar attacks, when really it was inducing them, but surely my body needs healthy carbs. So why is it flipping out?

At any rate, I finally broke down and made the cobbler. The peaches were so deliciously sweet, I only put a dusting of sugar on them, instead of the recipe's half cup. And I made the dough out of mostly wheat flour, and honey instead of white sugar. I hope it doesn't suck. I've been dreaming about it all day.