I don't think I'm alone in saying that a peach tastes better when the skin has been pulled off vs. pared off with a knife. It's just true. I bought my first half-bushel of peaches from my enabler Sumida's two days ago and the box is nearly empty. I wish, I wish that all of you could taste the perfection of a Brigham City peach--they are peerless. Perhaps you remember that when John and I went to Chez Panisse and had the best meal of our lives, all that kept it from being flawless were the sliced peaches in the sorbet. How could they not disappoint when compared to a Canadian Harmony in its juicy, flavorful prime? Speaking of which, I have to make sure you all know that gummy peaches are an atrocious abomination, an offense that will bring down heavenly judgment upon us.
The other day there was a tremendous sale on certain colors of a boot that I've had my eye on, and I ordered three pairs. They were half price or less, how could I not? Of course I won't keep them all, but maybe I will, because when else am I going to find a deal like that? You may argue that if it happened once it can happen again, but do I really want to take that chance? I guess it would be weird to have three different colors of the same boot. I can probably work my way through it, though.
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I was on a quest for chokecherries for years and years and actually found them at a fruitstand near Brigham -- maybe even Sumida's. But for some reason I never made anything with them. Maybe they were confiscated at the border? I don't remember.
I think when you find an item of clothing or a type of shoe that really works for you, you should buy it in many colors. You will be wearing those boots for years and years.
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