millions of peaches, peaches for me

my breakfast last sunday–yes, those are golden raspberries and greek yogurt with my peaches. very, very delicious.

sadly, this post title has a hefty dollop of hyperbole. i do not have millions of peaches. i have five. but they are some of the yummiest peaches i have eaten in years. they don’t look like much. they’re tiny, the skins still look slightly greenish, they have a number of bruises, but… they were locally grown, allowed to ripen on the tree (thus the bruises after any amount of transportation whatsoever) and they are delicious. peaches are one of those fruits that i never seem to be living in the right state for. there have never been an abundance of peaches (i don’t think….) in any of my hometowns. but i have a great appreciation for a good peach. because there are so many bad peaches out there. there are flavorless peaches, hard peaches, mealy peaches, mushy peaches and if you’re very lucky, you might get one or two really good peaches every year. i’m debating whether i have the time, money and willpower to purchase enough of these peaches (assuming they return to the farmer’s market again next week) to can them. that is truly the most wonderful flavor in the middle of winter–to open up a home-canned jar of peaches. like fruity gold. i remember in college being very ashamed of myself for eating waaaaay too many of my generous roommate’s home canned peaches from her mom. i couldn’t help myself. they tasted so amazing and they slip down your throat so easily! she taught me how wonderful they can taste with a slight sprinkling of nutmeg or cinnamon or cloves. very sorry, melissa, to have eaten so many of your peaches. i am also extremely jealous of the domestic goddess and her canned peaches. i wonder if i could barter something for home-canned peaches…. anyone? anyone? i have pidoodle!