Packable Magic

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I wonder if extraterrestrial beings circle our planet in their hovercraft looking for an orchard when they get the memo: Peaches are on.

Can you step outside of your lifebubble that far? Can you pan out to see summer fruit, all the gifts of today, with eyes that fresh?

What would a peach taste like if it’s your first? If it’s your last?

I’m clearly smitten. The Red Havens were my favorite this year, with juice that ran down my arm. But the marriage of fresh-picked blueberries and peaches? That’s the Love Boat, baby.

I hate to cook that summer sweetness. The sugar molecules morph, tipping towards bitter. Cooks reach for granulated cane sugar to bolster the sweet. Understandable. But why must we tamper with the raw when it’s in season?

Except to add cream. I’m sure a parfait could be stacked with nut cream deliciously, but I admit to calling for the whole cow. With wonder for the whip, for the silkiness of this pudding, for the crunch of the thin cookies layered between. Oof.

All of this sweetness visible behind glass for a feast of the eyes and the soul even before the jar is opened. I. Am. Agog. And I’m packing these for the picnic. Does it get better than this?

What’s left on your summer bucketlist? We’re nearing the end, so grab your bingo card here and go for blackout. Summer by intention is the best!