One of our favorite songs by one of our favorite bands is "Peaches" by the group the Presidents of the United States of America. The lyrics of the chorus go:
Peaches come from a can
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown.
If I had my little way
I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun soakin' bulges in the shade.
Well, that is true 10 or 11 months of the year, but for one, maybe two months in late summer, the only way to eat a peach is hanging over the kitchen sink so the juice doesn't get everywhere. There is NOTHING juicier or better tasting than a fresh, ripe summer peach, and part of what makes them so appealing is the very short time that we have them at their peak. For the rest of the year, you might as well reach for the can because all you'll get in the produce aisle is a hard, tasteless mouthful of fuzz from South America perhaps.
No, the only way to really enjoy a fresh peach is to wait for that window of opportunity in late July and August and then eat them like there's no tomorrow. I'm averaging one a day - sometimes two. If they start to get too ripe and bruised, I slice them up, but I do my best to put in some time over the kitchen sink before they go too far - often late at night when the rest of the family has gone to bed so my slurping doesn't offend. I'm personally too lazy to peel them, and you know they have to be good to make me bite through that thick, furry skin!
So run down to Graul's and get yourself a brown bag of summer perfection, or better yet, hit one of the local Farmer's Markets or the Pennsylvania Dutch Market where you can actually talk to the folks who picked them. Check out the link below for times and locations. Check out the other link to sing along about peaches as you're slurping one down, "Millions of peaches, peaches for me..."
Maryland Farmer's Markets