Wednesday, September 1, 2010

You know what I love? Biting into a perfect peach. Firm, but not hard; juicy and sweet but not overripe. It's like happiness exploded in your mouth.

I am eating just such a peach. It was from a local fruit stand (with the farm it was grown on just behind it), and I can't wait to go back this weekend and get more. One of my biggest frustrations is buying fresh fruit that turns out to be bad. It should be, like, a crime or something.

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