Homegrown peaches from our backyard
Would you eat a green peach? What if I told you that it is as tasty as a ripe one?
Such was my delicious encounter this year when, to win a battle against the birds that devour our tree’s best fruits, we started handpicking the non-ripe peaches. The voice of wisdom says that we should have waited for the ripening process to be complete after picking them. But we could never wait to eat them. The smell of a peach, even when it’s not yet ripe, is simply irresistible.
You can thus understand that we could not refrain from taking a bite once we had picked a peach from the tree. These early pickings led us to discover that our peaches, even when they are still on the green side, are a delight. They’re even better when we handpick them right when they turn to a slight yellow-green color. Come to think about it, this discovery is not that surprising.
Our local peaches have rarely been as orangey as the ones found elsewhere.
When we went on our hikes towards Kenscoff, we ate everything this area has to offer. This included the fraises des bois that we handpicked along the way, and peaches. Delicious peaches, among other fruits, awaited our arrival at our final destination, as well.
We bought those peaches from different pratik in the area. Our favorite pratik was under an arbor, just a few steps from the local police station. When the season was at its peak, we would stop on our way up to taste a couple of peaches from his batch. If our taste buds were happy, which was almost always the case, we asked him to prepare us a bag that we would purchase on our way back. We always ate a couple of fruits before we actually made it home.
Like most of our local produce, these peaches were not big. In fact, you can eat our peaches in just a few small bites. The biggest ones we ever harvested have never been bigger than a plum, actually. Don’t underestimate them though; they have a juicy and sweet flesh. Plus, like we say down here, they have a lot of character! And they make a sumptuous peach jam!
This probably explains why the birds are always ahead of us when we let the fruits ripe on the tree. Good thing we now have our own tactic; a tactic that pleases our palate which tends to be a bit impatient when it comes to waiting for a fruit to thoroughly ripen.
We should probably thank the birds; without them, we never would have made this tasty discovery.
But shhh, don’t tell them our secret.