Sunrise at 7:30 am, sleet, snow, hail, sunset at 4:30 pm. Rinse, repeat. While winter is one of my favorite times of year, jam-packed full of holidays and festive events, my patience with the terribly short days and gloomy weather runs short long before the season’s run its course. Enthusiasm melting along with the slushy, dirty snow piling up along the roads, I find myself yearning for summer, for the first time I can remember. Ask me about my favorite times of year, and summer will not appear on my list (Too hot, humid, and totally devoid of specific annual celebrations) and yet… It’s those seasonal fruits and veggies I yearn for in these cold, dark days of winter. Apples are always good, pomegranates are definitely a delight, but what I wouldn’t give for a handful of plump, juicy raspberries, or crisp, sweet corn, or…
Peaches! I swear, looking at my stash of hum-drum apples just now, I would have bet anything that I saw a peach poking it’s fuzzy head out from the crowd… But it simply couldn’t be; Peaches haven’t been son store shelves for months now, and still have months more before their triumphant return. No, it must be the lack of sunlight finally getting to me, scrambling my brains and fraying my already stressed nerves.
Hoping to put this crazy notion to rest, I poked back through the pile of round fruits to prove that no peach could possibly be hiding amongst them… But far from perishing the thought, lo and behold, there it was!
Really, I think that my cravings just might be getting the best of me, placing this radically out of season peach into my produce without my conscious knowledge of it! While I fear it may be about as soft as brick, I guess it does go to show that anything is possible!