I am completely mad for White Peaches this year. We have had a Long Summer and I confess I clung and hung on it uncharacteristically longer than intended. Might even say I have developed an attachment – this mean some kind of psychological injury is impending. Like an unexpectedly pleasant dream I tempted fate and fire by wishing the Summer lingered longer – for the Peaches mostly.
My mother spun me a story, when I was a child and claimed that White Peaches and Yellow Peaches tasted – the same. Untrue! Untrue!
Apart from being the quixotic ingredient in a Bellini –
Apart from this … they are sweeter!
Truth! Pursue White Peaches. They are worth it!
I confess to be still stalking them in early Autumn.
There are some – even now in the kitchen, not for long.