For a few mere weeks of the summer – cruel, speed of light, seductive weeks – peaches are blissfully ripe. Ever walk into a market and smell something sweet and familiar, and walk around with your nose up in the air, sniffing hysterically, trying to track it down? Only to find that the entire store has been fragranced by the scent of fresh peaches. If you haven’t, you’ve missed out.
And thus, when this weeks share came complete with peaches, I did a secret spastic dance in my living room. The dance, I should admit, was the Thriller dance. But you get peaches on short notice and see what you do.
In addition, our trusty vegetable share contained: