Peachy

Peaches, as I know I have mentioned before, are my best summer treat. A good peach washes away a lot of troubles.

The best fruits of this summer have come from an unlikely source. I have gotten the peaches with the perfect texture, firmest flesh and excellent juice-to-bite ratio at my local D’Agastino.

Unlikely? Yes, because I malign this market every chance I get. And this time I did not get the chance. Isn’t that fabulous.

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The pandemic dining scene has yielded so many creative solutions to the outdoor eatery huts. I have been very impressed.

One of my local restaurants has instead seen fit to offer this sad picnic spot. Their one concession to aesthetics has been to paint the area over. It started as a yellow area. Today it’s red. Festive? No, but it echoes a day in the park. You’re lucky you were able to snag that last table.