You know my stance on peaches.

I’m convinced there’s only one truly excellent peach each year. Sometimes you might get lucky and find two or three that are spectacular, but for me that perfect peach has been elusive this season.
You know what I mean by a “good peach.” If you love fruit the way I do, you recognize the moment: a peach so ripe and juicy it almost defies description. It’s one of those rare bites that feels celebratory, something you notice and remember.