ripe to perfection.
what would you do with them?
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20 comments:
Very nice - I do love a good close crop!
I was in Battleboro in 2006 while visiting a friend in Keene so have been following the recent floods and the aftermath
I've added your blog to my blogroll for makingamark - a daily photo http://makingamark-daily-photo.blogspot.com (about making pictures).
Looks delicious! Peach cobbler perhaps?
Pêche Melba!Peach, raspberry sauce, vanilla ice cream..It's still very hot here, so it's good to eat something cold and fresh. Bon appetit!
I'd immediately grab one and sink my teeth into it...who could resist?
Photograph them first, COBBLER second!
The light here is perfect on them as well BC>
V
Just as they are Brattcat, I'm looking forward to them coming into season soon here too. Summer fruits are the best!
Take bites and let the juice run down my chin... nothing has changed. I know the routine.
Of course, sit down and bite into them and enjoy.
Coincidentally, I just ate a peach a moment ago, to hold me over until Julie's mother comes over and cooks a real breakfast for us. (Before, sadly, I have to go into the office to work for the rest of Saturday.)
Grill 'em as is. I wouldn't do the Bobby Flaye or Paula thing by ruining them with brown sugar or any other type of glaze. Split them in 1/2, a light spray of oil on the grates to keep them from sticking and about 5 min. on each side (depends on grill heat) and serve with chops, steak, chicken or anything else. A side to the peaches is a scoop of vanilla ice cream if you make them for desert after the main meal. Enjoy.
Devour as many as my stomach could hold. And then make a dessert with rum, brown sugar, over ice cream. Sadly, I have not had a good ripe peach all summer. We got EVERY possible fruit in LA but it's usually picked green. Must go to the farmers market on Sunday.
I love Virginia's comment...photograph them first! Interestingly our peach and nectarine crop doesn't seem so good this year. The fruit seems to get rather spongy as it ripens. Not good...
Yours look delicious. I eat mine chopped in yoghurt.
Glad you photographed them before indulging. As for me, I'd make a peach pie.
First, I breath in the fantastic scent and try to remember it. Second, I will nibble, enjoy every moment and think how He managed to create such perfect object. I am not over-excited, it is always like that with peaches. Strawberries and other fruits disappear rapidly, no philosophy involved))
Mmm, first eat one just as it is, then peach & apple pie.
Delicious. Love the colours
I will take a picture just like you did, then... it is even more obvious!
I'd put one on a bowl of Grape Nuts, almonds, and walnuts with yogurt and make a peach pie (served with vanilla bean ice cream) with the rest.
I would make ice cream with those beauties.
Got a lot of ideas... Eat them, jam, pies, ice cream...
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