Loving the fruit stands
Last weekend GH and I loaded up on fruits and veggies at one of the many fruit stands along Utah's "Fruit Way." Everything we got was, of course, perfect and delicious. When cutting open one of the massive, juicy Utah-grown peaches I had this thought:
When we think of the color "peach" we automatically think of this pinky-orange color most often found in 1987 fashions. Or in a compact of really old pressed facial powder. If we read the words "she wore a peach-colored top" then it's a pretty sure bet we're actually reading a Sweet Valley High book. And we're making fun of it.
See? Peach. Except when you cut open a real, actual peach and look at it, it's this vibrant, gorgeous jewel-like thing. I'm just saying, I think we're doing peaches a disservice here.
GH and I had this conversation soon after:
GH: Hey, did you eat any of those peaches today? They're really good.
Me: I'm about to.
GH: I guess that's the thing about buying local. You know it's going to be good. Seems like with the grocery stores it can be hit or miss.
Friends, it's a good thing this was a phone conversation, because otherwise I would have jumped him right as he started waxing about the joys of buying local. I would have looked like a manatee, but I would have done it.
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6 comments:
Peaches are the best. Your post reminded me of the time you were being babysat while I was having David and your aunt called to tell me you had just eaten a whole peach - and you were just 15 months old.
Lunch was organic locally grown potato, white bean and kale soup.
For dinner tonight we ate organic locally Alaska grown roasted assorted potatoes, carrots, onions and parsnips with roasted pork. Yummy!
I hope Miss Nemesis didn't get returned until after auntie changed her diaper.
LOL. Smart guy, that GH. Local peaches are the best! Along with pretty much anything else that comes from the garden or local farmer's market/fruit stands. Love this time of year!!
When Plantboy says "buying local" it makes me almost as hot as when I catch him organizing cupboards. *shudder*
I had a peach JUMPSUIT. Really. And peach beads and socks and earrings. It was 1987. A good year for peach.
Wednesday Market here I come! We only have a couple of weeks left at best. We are already getting serious frost here. Boohoo!
I don't know you, but I love you. Can we be friends? You make me laugh and smile with every post, and today, my migraine hurts a little less because of you. Thanks for being such a fab blogger! ;o)
-Sunny
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