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[which_chick]

So I'm at the grocery today, buying food and proper milk. One of the things I bought was a small bag (1/2 peck) of locally grown peaches. They smelled like peaches. They yielded gently when I touched them. They were soft and inviting. I mentioned to the checkout lady that I had not planned on getting peaches but these had persuaded me with their ripeness that what I really wanted was a half peck of peaches. And the checkout lady said to me, "I like the ones from the can better."

How can this be? Do other people like canned peaches better than fresh? Is my checkout lady speaking some language in which "I'm sorry, I don't speak your language" comes out sounding like "I like the ones from the can better."?!?

Color me not-getting-it.

Dinner at Chez Moi was lightly wilted spinach with (real) lemon and (real) butter and sushi rice. And salt. Dessert was one of the aforementioned peaches. It was infinitely preferable to the ones from the can.

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[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

Real, Fresh Peaches. From a tree. Not a can!

[fooliv.livejournal.com]

I'd be less wary about extra-protein surprises in canned peaches, personally. But to be honest, the vast majority of my peaches intake comes in the form of little freeze-dried chunks in my prepackaged oatmeal, so YMMV.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I don't worry about extra-protein surprises in peaches. I made an executive decision to not-worry overly about the contents of my food when I read the FDA handbook detailing acceptable levels for non-hazardous contaminants in food. (Seriously. You can learn more about this great dinner-conversation topic by perusing the FDA Defect Action Level Handbook, which is conveniently available online right here (http://vm.cfsan.fda.gov/~dms/dalbook.html). Happy reading!)

That said, the real peaches in my life are individually vetted and eaten with a knife in hand, invariably in good lighting. If there are icky bug things in them (and I'm not saying that there aren't), then they are icky bug things that are too small for me to see or notice crunching in my mouth. :) That which is beneath my notice is beneath my notice.

Finally, you might try more fresh fruits and veggies before you keel over from malnutrition or something. I'm just sayin'.

[ornery-chick.livejournal.com]

Canned peaches are fucking nasty, if you ask me. Real, fresh, local peaches, however, are beyond divine. We have been having Missouri peaches of late, and whilst smaller and more modest than Georgia peaches, they are quite satisfying, because they don't get dinged all to hell in transit, and are picked ripe, not green, which makes a pretty significant difference in taste.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

Yeah. 'Tis the season in these parts, too. I just picked up a bushel of canning peaches last night and have skinnned and pureed half of them for cooking down into peach jam, which will be today's project.

[ornery-chick.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, peach jam! That sounds really tasty. REALLY tasty.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty fond of it. I make it primarily for La (of the horse people) but have been known to dole out the odd jar here and there to others as a mark of favor. It comes in pints and can be mailed, if you'd like one.