Twelve pounds of peaches, to someone whose family regularly went through 20 pounds of potatoes per week, didn’t sound like much at first. Unable to resist the incessant ads blanketing my social media for the third summer in a row, I finally caved and ordered a box from the Peach Truck. Was it over a dollar more expensive per pound than just buying them from the grocery store? Yes. One bite into my fresh peach hand pie, however, I knew it was money well spent.
This isn’t an ad for the Peach Truck, though they certainly deliver excellent fruit and have fabulous customer service (I would know, since I had to email them after double-booking myself the night I was supposed to retrieve my box), and I wouldn’t mind giving them more business. Take this however you please, but peaches are one of the best harbingers of long summer days, dusky evenings, and lazy lakeside afternoons. It’s that last location that interests me, as my box went toward treats for a lovely long weekend with friends at my uncle’s lake house.
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