The Elusive Peach


One of the best things about summer is the availability of fresh fruit and vegetables. There is such a variety to choose from and it is generally delicious. Vegetables seem to be more reliably tasty than fruit. I can pretty much count on tomatoes, corn and cucumbers being flavorful. I would venture to say that watermelon, grapes and strawberries can be counted on to taste like a little bite of summer. But the peaches, plums, nectarines, honeydew and cantalope are a veritable crap shoot. Sure, I squeeze and sniff them but I am not confident in my selection ability. Sadly, I am often disappointed. When I do bite into that perfect piece of summer fruit, I feel like I hit the lottery. It is sweet, juicy, and absolutely delicious.

There is one fruit that seems particularly hard for me to find in a succulent state – yes, I am always on the lookout for that elusive perfect peach. My husband swears that peaches are better if you buy them at a fruit stand where they are locally grown. I have not always found this to be the case or I’m just not going to the right place. Testing his theory, I strode into a fruit stand on the Eastern shore on the way home from our family vacation.

“I’m looking for a delicious peach,” I announced.

The nice lady took the time and humored me while carefully examining several peaches, even allowing me try one. I have to admit – it was better than most I’d tried during the summer.

My husband and I discussed the difficult pursuit of good fruit, after delighting in a delicious honeydew one evening.

“I would eat fruit all the time if it tasted like this,” he said. “Candy and cookies, on the other hand, always taste good – that’s the problem. They’re so reliable. Fruit, not so much. Yep, you never bite into a mushy Oreo.” Such wisdom my husband possesses. He’s the Dalai Lama of junk food.

An eternal optimist, I will keep looking for nature’s tasty treats while making do with reliable junk food. Sounds peachy keen to me.

One thought on “The Elusive Peach

  1. I’ve long lamented the almost impossible search and seizure of a good tomato. They certainly don’t make them like they used to!! We used to have a vegetable patch in our yard and we
    grew a few varieties…t’was heaven. But then the HOA planted trees right next to our patch…and so went my longing for summer’s homegrown tomato! Just a distant memory now.
    Don’t get me started on picking huckleberries across from our summer cottage when I was a kid…

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