Peach porn (and other delights)

Presenting that rarest of delicacies, the white peach. It has the perfume of roses. For years, I could only find them at the Greenmarket. Then they started growing and shipping them from California, but those supermarket imposters tend to be mealy (and don't smell like roses). My passion for them has led to accusations that I resemble Kramer of Seinfeld in his passion for the "Mackinaw peach" (which was, by the way, a screenwriter's invention).

Today's market at Grand Army Plaza was also a showcase for local nectarines, those fuzzless peach cousins. Heresy, but I actually prefer a good California nectarine to most Eastern ones; they are more succulent. The problem with any nectarine is that it isn't a peach; the best thing about it is permission to say the word, "nectarine."

I liked these orbs, but they pushed me a little too quickly into autumn-cookery mode. Too soon to think of hearty cabbage and onion soup; it's still ratatouille season, time to pretend we're heedless Mediterraneans and not dour people of the North. This is better, at right: supersized tomatillos (peach shown for scale).

Before we leave the subject of peach porn and related depravity, a confession: This morning, I accidentally bought $10 worth of yellow plums.  The Greenmarket ain't cheap, but this was ridiculous, and unintentional: I saw the sign clearly, "$4.50/lb."...and picked out what my deluded idiot brain thought was a pound, intending to use them for a golden fruit tart. Gave them to Spouse to purchase, whereupon he uncomplainingly handed over $10. Apparently Spouse thinks I am the sort of person who goes around tossing out $10 bills for a bag of designer Japanese plums. I actually managed to get angry with him for not thinking, "She can't be serious," and putting half of them back.  All I can do now is make one hell of a great fruit tart...

GREENMARKET DOGS OF THE WEEK

Who can resist an odd couple? On the left is May, an American bulldog. Nuzzling her con amore is Luigi, an Italian greyhound who made her acquaintance only moments beforehand. Moments later, they parted along with their respective humans.

Comments

[Marie]

Beautiful pictures.

I totally understand your passion for the white peach. I share it. So elusive...so often spoiled, or mealy (is it becasue they are picked green and nuked?).

Hmmm - you have inspired me. Going hunting soon.

[Brenda from Flatbush]

Peach-hunters of the world, unite! Juice down the chin!