There’s only one part of the year that I love more than green garlic season, and that’s stone fruit season. Peaches, nectarines, plums, pluots, apriums – they all cause me to shiver deep down inside as their sweet juices play over my tongue, waking tastebuds that lay dormant from September to June.
Peach Fuzz Love
This week I picked up my first peaches of the season. They still needed to ripen a bit, so there they sat, on my counter, for almost three days. I washed them, took photos of them, and cradled them against my cheek. I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply, noticing how their tart scent got stronger every day, to the point that the whole kitchen was permeated by their intoxicating peachy perfume. And then, when the angst of delayed gratification had built up to unbearable proportions, I dove in.
And how did I enjoy them tonight? I ate two straight up, savoring their unreal juiciness – they were so gooshy that I had to eat them over the sink. The above pictured beauty was sliced, diced, and scattered over sticky rice with coconut milk. Holy f–king peach-gasm Batman, that was damn good.
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Omg! I love peaches! They are my favorite fruit, for sure one of my favorite foods. Yummy.
it’s that time of year again. I personally prefer apricots, but peaches are good too.