In summer I could eat peaches every meal of every day.
Blackberries, blueberries and white nectarines.
Strawberries. My mom would cut them in half and add a little sugar to them and a tablespoon or two of water and then let them sit in the fridge. Then put them over shortcake. Yum!
I second Cherries and third. They are just that good.
I do like peaches, but, from what I’ve read, they carry the biggest load of pesticides of any commercially-marketed fruit. That’s reason enough to stay away from them, but we have no locally-grown peaches here, so the ones in the store are invariably about as hard as baseballs, and they have about a 75-25 chance of rotting before ripening.
So, mangoes are a better buy here, sometimes papaya, berries occasionally, and melons. Strawberries in season, sparingly. Use to eat quite a few organic (i.e., Alar-free) apples, but the stores here don’t carry them any longer.
Don’t mean this to sound like another “afraid of my food” diatribe, but I don’t think Big Ag has done fruit any favors.
I second the satsumas. Which reminds me: I haven’t had any in ages.
Apples. All of them.
Strawberries, followed closely by canteloupe.
Satsumas, fresh from the tree.
In June I love the strawberries best, but in July I adorable the raspberries, then the peaches are ripe in August and I like them best, until the blueberries ripen and then I eat the peaches with blueberries and OMG I am so fickle because in September the melons make me so happy. I adore them all.
Fresh cherries. Just had some. Yum.
Apricots eaten in Paris.
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