As June burns away into July in our part of the Ohio River Valley, the peaches are coming on nicely. Not that I grow peaches, but I know where to find ’em. And for the past couple of year, there’s been this caravan of stone-fruit laden nomads who drive north, up I-75 from the Peach State, to sell these fuzzy beauties off the back of their truck.
And they are delicious.
And remind me of the peaches (and plums) that my Grandmother and Great Aunties used to grow, and which we’d pick straight from the tree and consume in three to four bites.
And they make me think of this classic jewel by William Carlos Williams, which never fails to make me smile.
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
Not that you should keep peaches in the refrigerator. Plums, yes, but peaches, never. They go mealy, and dry, and the opposite of peachy. If you can’t eat all the summer peaches you’ve carted home (mea culpa), freeze them, can them in big ol’ Mason jars, turn them into cobbler, but for the love of all things tasty, don’t refrigerate them.
Our kitchen counter is currently covered in those gifts of summer, and we’ll eat those peaches ’til we founder or peach season is over, whichever comes first.