Drowning in peaches, peaches, peaches.
You have to be drowning, you have to have access to and responsibility for the tree.
Otherwise you’d eat the peaches as they ripen. Only when you have too many peaches, some inevitably go past the stage of perfection to a stage of super-perfection. Because that’s when they are sweetest and most full flavored. And when you get them off the tree that way, starting to ferment a bit, turning brown in the pit, maybe some bad spots that you have to cut away, those are the ones that make me want to have my own peach trees. Those are the ones that make it worth going through all the work of pruning and fertilizing and all the rest of it.
This was a great year for peaches. I had help in the orchard and thinned the fruit. The result was some really big and beautiful peaches.
Here’s my poem…
Peaches, peaches, peaches.
Not straight from the tree.
Even the warm ones bursting with flavor are too fuzzy straight from the tree.
Mother Nature’s fuzz functions too well.
Rub first in running water.
Cut along the edge of the pit. Grasp the halves and twist.
Open mouth. Bite. Turn so the flesh is down on the tongue.
Chew. Sweetness and flavor explode.