I do love peaches. I don’t know why I don’t eat them — I’ll blend them into a smoothie or a shake/with cashews, or a pudding/with cashews, but, for some reason, for several years now, I haven’t eaten a peach. Today I ate a peach. It was easy. It was surprising. It was, of course, delicious. (I got up early and sliced a peach and put it in a little container. It ended up being my lunch – after I ate the peach, I didn’t want any of the other cool stuff I had packed for lunch). I think I’ll eat another peach tomorrow.
If eating a peach is that easy, then I might well eat an apple soon (I’ll drink apple juice, and eat the pulp as apple sauce), but I never put apples in any food, and I never eat apples. I think I will try slicing up an apple and eating it slice by slice.
Don’t get me wrong. I do eat some fruit. I eat grapefruit sections sprinkled with cinnamon. I eat plums. I eat prunes. I eat grapes. I eat strawberries. I eat blueberries. I eat raspberries. I eat blackberries. I eat bananas. I eat pineapple. (There is no way I will eat mango, though.) I think I’m ready to eat an apple. Maybe. First, I have to eat my way through this bag of peaches. I feel like an explorer.
Enjoy the peaches!