So, back in Kentucky, I picked up some poundage of peaches because they were big and glorious and best of all – on sale. I bagged up a bunch to bring back with me since KCMO produce is not always the premium stuff for mostly the premium prices…
I picked out the hardest ones I could find, since I had to transport them back home and didn’t want them all bruised. Oddly, I got them home (on the second day after purchase) and thought they were still much harder than I would have expected. Last night before bed, I could smell their fresh peachy goodness everywhere in the place, but still hard to the touch. I started thinking maybe they were a bum batch and were never gonna soften and get juicy. Yes, I said juicy. It’s fruit, fruit is suppose to be juicy!
This morning, still the good smell and no sweet softness.
Got home just moments ago. Couldn’t stand it anymore. Sliced myself two big, fat peaches, despite their hardness. Sweet juicy heaven. Who knew.
I must remember this. Sometime in the future, I am certain I can use it when someone calls me a hardened bastard. I can see it in my head.
“But honey, I am still juicy on the inside!”
gryphon's hole 