The peach has never been my favorite fruit. Part of that stems from years of consuming nauseating canned peaches in the school cafeteria, but even fresh peaches tend to be "iffy": I've had many a peach that was nice and firm, perfectly ripe with lots of juice, and yet had little flavor at all. And I've never been terribly fond of peach-flavored stuff.
But the other day I tried a white peach from the local grocery store, mainly out of curiosity. And now I'm in love with the damned things.
Now, if only I could ever find a Cox's Orange Pippin apple in this country....
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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