One of the things I love about summer is the peaches.
It’s not just the peach itself.
It’s the whole experience.
Sure you could take your peaches and make
peach pie.
peach cobbler.
peach crisp.
peach dumplings with a little vanilla ice cream on top.
You could grab a knife and cut it up.
Eat it with a fork.
Put it on some yogurt.
But the way to eat a peach,
to truly get the most out of your peach
is to find a fully ripe peach, a little squeeze tells you it’s right.
You might need to eat it over a sink or leaning over a railing outside.
Or. OR
you can fully commit to the experience of this peach.
Wear a bathing suit or maybe nothing at all.
Take that peach firmly in your hand, not too firm though.
But just enough to feel its soft velvety skin in the palm of your hand.
Close your eyes.
So you can lean into the rest of your senses.
Touch, taste, smell…
And when you’re in the moment, fully sink your teeth into that peach.
Immediately feeling that juice run down your chin.
Let it drip through your fingers and down your arm.
Savoring the taste in your mouth.
It’s so sweet you have to go back for more.
Sinking your teeth in again,
this time sucking that sweet nectar into your mouth to dance along your tastebuds.
It’s dripping down your chest,
feeling the stickiness all over your fingers,
and you can’t get enough.
Biting and sucking every single bit of that sweetness into your mouth.
That’s how you eat a peach.
It’s the only thing that exists in the moment.
Maybe that’s how we should treat summer too.
A pleasant read and listen on this beautiful Tuesday morning
“The way to eat a peach” is an ode to summer. Glorious!