Today our friends Judy and Paul came over for coffee, tea, and homemade brownies. Judy’s brother and sister-in-law, visiting from Connecticut, came, too. Clif and I always enjoy meeting new people, and we had a great time getting to know Judy’s brother and sister-in-law. But especially exciting for this foodie was what Judy’s family brought from Connecticut—a basket of ripe peaches from a local orchard. (As opposed to the not-so-ripe peaches on sale at the local grocery store.)
Now, I have a sweet tooth, and I can’t think of a single fruit I don’t like. However, peaches are way, way at the top of my list, and this Maine girl doesn’t get tree-ripened peaches very often. It is a very happy day when I do get them.
Amazingly enough, in recent years, a few peach orchards have been established in Maine. Climate change combined with varieties developed to withstand the cold have brought peach orchards to this northern state. While there have always been individual trees that have managed to thrive in select micro-climates in Maine, there were never actual orchards. Unfortunately, the local peach orchards are quite a distance from where I live, and I don’t get them very often.
How good it is, then, to have friends who have family who are willing to bring peaches to me.
Peaches, peaches, peaches. As soon as everyone left, I grabbed a peach and ate it. From the first bite, it was sheer bliss—soft but not too soft, sweet and juicy. I gobbled it down without offering Liam even one bite, and it was only when I was done that I noticed him staring reproachfully at me. He likes peaches nearly as much as I do.
“Don’t you worry,” I told him. “There are plenty more. I promise I’ll share some of the next one with you.”
And I did.