"PEACH"

My first memories of this humble fruit were not particularly good. As a child i has forced to eat slices of ice cold peaches, taken from a tin, and drowned in thick glue like hot birds eye custard. You know, the powdered kind, whisked into milk and left on the stove to thicken, lumps optional.

I always thought this was what a peach tasted like. Little did i know that years later, as i gradually teased and trained my curious and initiative palate, that i would truly discover the real hedonistic mesmerising and highly perfumed fruit.

NO other flavour can really best describe the unique and individualistic flavour of a peach. Even the word itself, conjures up fond memories of the sensation of biting into their first ripe peach ( minus the tin, off course).

There are many recipes that exist for peaches. chilled soups, purees, ice creams, sorbets, Bellini's, the list is endless.

Yet, there is nothing more enjoyable that just leaving its flavour and texture be. Letting it speak for itself, grilled, simply poached or just sliced into a salad with some prosciutto and almonds.

I once sat up almost all night, unable to sleep because I kept thinking up different things to serve or eat with them.