The Perfect Peach
The skin snaps with every bite. It just has the barest amount of fuzz. The flesh is firm, yet has just the right amount of give. It is perfectly ripe. The sweet juice runs down my hand. I keep eating.
The skin snaps with every bite. It just has the barest amount of fuzz. The flesh is firm, yet has just the right amount of give. It is perfectly ripe. The sweet juice runs down my hand. I keep eating.