When a country girl sweetly requests a ride into the city, she’s not trying to be cute. Her intention isn’t to steal your heart or dine with your family. A country girl is anything but incabable. She can rope a hundred cattle in a row and ride a horse bareback. Yes, a country girl is a force. Nothing frightens her, because there is nothing that spit, fire and bit of style can’t fix.
That is except for city streets and treacherous highways. When a strong woman of the prairie finds herself driving towards skyscrapers, like a bat out of hell, her breath quickens and her heart painfully flips in her chest. White knuckled at the wheel, she shoots prayers to the heavens that she will make it home unharmed and vows to never make the trek alone again. Seeking refuge from the massive trucks threatening to suck her into their wheels, this country girl drives down a residential street. A car heading straight for her honks violently. Ducking into a driveway, embarrassed that she missed the one way sign, her gas light screams at her. The blood pulses in her brain.
What a country girl lacks in city driving skills, she makes up for with classic charm and pretty teeth. She summons a sweet gent, whom is riding alongside her to roll his window down. “Hello, sir. Would you happen to know where the nearest gas station is? I seem to be frighteningly low!” The man, who always wished to live on a ranch, tips his imaginary hat. Exhausted from living in such a solitary place and craving human interaction, he finds this friendly lady refreshing. A country accent begins creeping into his bones. “Why yes, Ma’am. How ’bout you just follow me. I’ll guide you there,” he says warmly.
Wherever a country girl travels, she disperses simple kindness and warm sunshine. She reminds city people to talk to one another and laugh a little more. And when she drives back home, shaking from a place that holds a million people, a parade of cars follow her. They follow her into the lush fields of wheat and sunflowers, craving community and grilled peaches with rhubarb compote. The country girl offers the visitors tall glasses of sun tea, feeds them a hearty dinner, and thanks them for helping her navigate their treacherous roads.
Grilled Peaches With Rhubarb Compote-Serves 6 Hungry Folk
1 Cup Thinly Sliced Rhubarb
1/4 Cup Sugar
2-3 Tablespoons Water
1 Tablespoon Lemon Juice
Pinch of Salt
1 Teaspoon Vanilla
Sweetened Whipped Cream
To make your compote, place your rhubarb, sugar, water, lemon juice and salt in a small sauce pan. Heat over medium. Once the mixture starts to get hot, stir and simmer. You want the rhubarb to cook down and thicken. This takes about 5 minutes. Remove from heat and stir in your vanilla.
Turn your grill onto medium high heat. Rinse your peaches, cut each in half and remove pits. Brush all sides with melted butter. Place cut side down on the grill, and grill for about 3-4 minutes. Place each peach cut side up on a perty plate, top with compote and sweetened whipped cream. Beware, though….the city folk will never leave after eating this deliciousness.