I love peaches. It doesn’t matter the variety; they just have to be local. They’re the best.
I’ll eat them with or without the fuzz. Pealed or unpeeled.
I’ll blend them with yogurt and protein powder as my reward for dragging myself out of bed and jogging around the block a few times. (You’re right; I don’t lose much weight that way, but wait until you hear what else I do with peaches!)
I’ll slice up a peach and put it over ice cream. French vanilla is the best.
I’ll quarter a peach, pour whole milk over it and then sprinkle it with raw sugar. (I'll use skim milk too, but only under protest.)
I’ll eat cobblers and baked pies, but I prefer fresh. And local.
My wife and mom recently bottled up enough peaches to last us until next harvest. And they're not done yet.
Why do I like peaches so? Perhaps it is geography. My dad’s family all comes from Box Elder County. Brigham City is home to Peach Days and Peach City. And just south in Perry along Highway 89 are grown some of the best peaches anywhere.
These days we don’t get up to Perry's famous "Fruit Way" that often, so we buy from a grower in Orem. If he ever plows under his orchard and plants houses (like so many others have done) I will wear black for a year in mourning.
I think the world can do without another subdivision named “Orchard Park” or “Peachtree Acres”.
What we do need are more peaches.
