Movin' To Georgia...

Not really. Although I wouldn't mind another visit! Back in '01, I lived in the dorms of SUNY Cobleskill, 3 hours from Manhattan, and less than an hour out of Albany.(Because of proximity to NYC and a major airport not far away, I spent 9/11 hiding under a bed crying, but I digress here.) One of the "favorite songs" always getting played, was "Peaches" by the Presidents of the USA:
"Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm Moving to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm Moving to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
And if I head my little way
I'd eat peaches everyday"
And, as I love peaches, straight, with other foods, or even grilled, I found a recipe for myself.
Peaches are fragile little buggers.

So grill GENTLY!
1)Chop ripe, washed peach in half. Remove pit.
2)Coat with a brushing of sugar and cinnamon.
3)Grill, on low, for five minutes.
4)Place vanilla ice cream in the hollowed-out center.
EAT!