Summer is almost over but the markets are still full of lovely, fresh fruits and vegetables. Recently, we have done a couple of BBQs just for the four of us. In addition to his excellent homemade turkey or chicken burgers, my husband, the awesome chef, now also BBQs dessert: peaches, to be exact.
In his poem, The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot wrote,
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
Do you dare eat a peach? I don't think there are many reasons not to. Peaches are low-cal and full of fibre and Vitamin A, with a smidgen of calcium and iron to boot.
Hubby buys hard, unripened peaches, cuts them in half and brushes them with a whisper of olive oil so they don't stick to the grill. That's it. No sugar, nothing but peaches.
And they taste divine.
For that matter, so do pears...