Peach season came suddenly this year
By Chuck Doud
The Madera Tribune
If you need any peaches, give me a call. Our peach tree has decided to give birth all of a sudden. The peaches are so heavy, a branch laden with them fell off the tree the other day. Maybe it wasn’t the weight of the peaches that broke the branch. Maybe it was just getting old and figured the heck with it. Maybe the cat crawled up there, and its weight coupled with that of the peaches was all the old branch could take.
We are peach fans in our house. I have been gobbling them the last few days until I feel like a cobbler. All you would have to do is put me in the oven and bake me.
It isn’t that these peaches are all that good. Yes, they’re okay, but Mrs. Doud thinks they’re a little tart. I like them because they are nice and firm. They don’t get juice all over everything. You can carve pieces off the stone, then peel the pieces and eat the morsels in one bite without getting sticky or dripping on the front of your shirt.
I like to wash a peach, put it in a bowl, then carve it up with one of those little knives you get at the hardware store and eat it at leisure while I watch “America’s Funniest Home Videos.” That kind of secret pleasure is what being an American in the digital and peach age is all about.
Mrs. Doud went out and picked all the peaches from the tree the other day and brought sacks of them into the house. I asked whether we were going to can them, and she made a face. No canning this year.
But if you find a sack of peaches on your porch, left there in the middle of the night, you’ll know where they came from.
