M. slept in this morning. After a brief shore vacation then long hours at work to catch up on our return, and weekend chores around the house, it seems we haven’t had much time for breakfasting. Weekdays it’s been grab and go for our morning meal – a hurried bowl of cereal or some toast at home, a bagel sandwich from Manhattan Bagel, or a quick stop at Dunkin’ Donuts on the way to work. All good food although hardly the same as sitting down for a relaxed diner meal. But, as I came to realize this morning, even diner breakfasts have their limits.
On Monday I picked up some fresh peaches at Giant. Not quite ripe but looking as near to perfection in looks as one finds in a peach. Beautiful with the deep promise of juicy sweetness. A few days on the kitchen counter have now brought out their luscious flavor.
M. likes eating peaches baked into muffins. (Click here for a favorite recipe). Perhaps I’ll mix up a batch later. For now, I decided one of my fresh peaches and some oatmeal would make a tasty breakfast while I skimmed the morning news. As I sliced up one of the delectable peaches, juice dripping from my fingers, the words flashed into my mind. Peaches and Cream.
In my childhood, when the summer peaches ripened in our local orchards, my parents always brought home two wooden boxes, fragrant and with each peach wrapped in tissue. The contents of one crate we turned into preserves for the winter. The other one we enjoyed in the form of peach pies, peach cobblers, or just eaten whole. I probably don’t have to tell you that my favorite summer breakfast was Peaches and Cream.
So, this morning I forgot all about the oatmeal. Instead, I finished slicing my peach into a bowl, sprinkled it with a teaspoon of sugar, and poured on a bit of cream (actually it was 2% milk). There’s nothing quite like it for flavor.
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