Thoughts About Peaches
I am a peach
snob. I admit it. I can only eat our fabulous, fresh, tree ripened peaches.
Juicy, sweet. I usually eat the ones with a little bruise on them that don’t
sell. I cut one open and eat the whole thing. It is because I am a peach snob
that we do not carry other peaches in the farm market once our peach season is
done. It’s why I say, “eat local.”
But let’s face it. It’s a long time
between the end of September (the end of peach season) and the end of June (when
peaches start again). Nine months in fact. Sometimes the longing for a taste of
summer is overwhelming. A South American
peach in February just does not come close to what I want.
And hurray, there is a solution! Our
good friend, Rebecca, cans a lot of peaches for us. A lot. And she uses hardly any sugar, just enough to
keep the peaches from discoloring. They are delicious. Amazing. Stunning. They taste like summer peaches because they
are summer peaches. And they taste like peaches, not sugar. There are some peaches in a light
honey-syrup, for those avoiding sugar. And we love these peaches, too.
A big reason
why we revere our peaches is the place they hold in our family history. Peaches
symbolize the resilience of my grandparents in overcoming disaster.
Here is how
my grandfather, John Webster described it:
“In 1934, Rachel
and I walked out into the big orchard, found one Belle of Georgia peach—we
broke it in half and ate the entire crop. 1935 was almost as bad—same low
temperature (-15 degrees) that winter, but a very few baskets of peaches. 1936
I had worked hard bringing the orchard back and had a splendid crop in
prospect. We had a 3-day hurricane and lost the fruit. Only a few remained on
the trees and the wind had blown all the peach fuzz off. …Three years in a row
was a bitter pill for us. We had three small children at the time.”
Fortunately,
John and Rachel Webster persevered, survived, and thrived. I am fortunate that
I was able to help my grandfather plant more peach trees.
Peaches hold a special place in my heart. And in my taste
buds. This is what helps me get through winter--the promise of another summer
and the promise of more peaches. Are you
ready for a taste of summer? We have it right here!
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