If you live long enough and pay attention, you learn a few things.
Such is life.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
South Carolina is a prolific peach producing state, and I don't ever want to miss a season without some fresh ones. Today I went to a nearby orchard and did the next best thing to picking them from a tree, picking them from a bin. I found the ten nicest from among the imperfect bruised freestones. When I came home, I made a cobbler, a rich, sweet Southern summer tradition. It was delicious, but as I peeked through the oven window watching it bubble and brown, I asked myself why we take a perfectly wonderful fruit and add butter, sugar, and other ingredients and then reduce its nutrition by baking. I will bake more peach cobblers, but it is pretty hard to improve on Mother Nature.