So on the spur of the moment and with some egging-on from my other half I drove to Andy’s and got more peaches, these enormous Fairtimes. Because we’ll be going through perfect-fruit withdrawal soon enough.
Afterward, I delivered two of the last from the previous batch to a friend; they’d kept really well in the fridge at their peak, helped by the layers of soft towel to keep down any bruising, of which there was none.
There would be no more Cal Reds until next year. For the person I took those two to, I could share.
We had a great time swapping stories and catching up on each other’s kids.
And I learned something new.
Thankfully, her husband likes a good ripe peach.