Mr. Perfect's favorite pie is fresh peach. I made a couple last year, and he became an instant convert to the joys of warm peach pie with vanilla ice cream.
We have joined a food co-op called Bountiful Baskets. On Saturday our baskets included five beautiful peaches. On Tuesday, I made the most amazingly perfect pie crust dough. I don't expect it to happen again, so I don't mind bragging about it a little right now. Well, as amazing as it was to roll out, it was even more amazing to eat. Flaky, flaky, flaky. Did I mention it was flaky? The secret really is lard. I know it sounds gross. I know it looks gross. I know that Mrs. Obama would fine me for feeding anything made with it to children. I don't care. Lard makes the best pie crusts. Hands down.
This will not be the last peach pie this year. I've already promised at least two more. It's okay; it's one of my favorites, too.
(P.S. It's a sun on the pie, not a peach.)