Does anyone out there know how to buy a good peach? I have been waiting all year to enjoy this soft summer fruit. But, I am so frustrated and going broke from buying what I think are good peaches, but turn out to be mealy when I bite into them. What a disappointment.
I read online that very ripe peaches taste the sweetest and have the most juice. They are soft, and look dimpled and withered a bit on the outside. I also read that the peel should pull away very easily from the flesh and they should melt in your mouth rather than need to be chewed. This is my fantasy. More than chocolate..I need a good peach!
I thought I was picking them just fine. First, there's the smell test. Hmmm. They smell deliciously yummy. Then the touch and feel..not too hard, not too soft. I even went to the local farm stand, thinking maybe that would solve it. No luck. The farm stands are just as bad as the grocery stores.
The interesting thing is that my one-year-old daughter, Natalie knows the difference between the good peaches and the not-so-good ones. When it comes to broccoli and peaches, not in that combination, she knows her food. She can suckle fruit down with the best of us but she is the first to shake her head, "no" if she thinks it isn't quite right (or ripe). I experienced this behavior the other day. I began eating an amazingly ripe peach, the juice dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin with every bite. Natalie refused to let me finish it, she enjoyed it with me as we stood in the kitchen less than 2 steps away from the refridgerator. She was in my arms, as I stood there. I didn't want to move, I was so entrenched in the satisfacton of this delicatable treat. I had to savor every minute of it. The next day, I was planning to give Natalie a bite of a another peach that came from a different batch (the good ones were gone) and before I could even taste it, her head was shaking from side to side.
The next time I head to the store, I think Natalie will be my peach picker. If she says no, then we won't buy them. Even with something fruity, the good ones are hard to find. I just hope she remembers this rule of thumb in the future.
About Me
- Single to Baby
- Manhattan (okay Brooklyn), NY, United States
- After a 15 year career at four of New York's largest public relations agencies, I left Manhattan, my job, and the life I built on my own to become a housewife in Brooklyn to a man I met after only nine weeks. Almost reaching 40, giving it all up is not something many women would do but I don't second guess fate when the cards are dealt to you, not once, but twice. It all began on the sandy beaches of South America when a trip that I took with a friend prompted me to announce a prophecy for finding love in six months that forever changed my life. When I returned from vacation, I found an email from a suitor that I had dated once, three years prior. He didn't match my list of criteria for a husband the first time around but his persistence led to another chance and nine weeks later we were engaged and six months later married. We arrived home from a month long vacation with a honeymoon baby.
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