When I was a kid we used to drive up on the Blue Ridge parkway to a little picnic spot with my grandparents. On the drive home, we'd often stop at the Bent Mountain farm stand. They've been there since 1981. They always had the best peaches. The type bursting with flavor and juice.
We aren't over that direction very often, but a couple of weeks ago we were driving by it. I stopped. They had peaches. Perfect peaches.
It's so perfect it doesn't even look real. Peaches are my favorite fruit, and I was giddy when I smelled this one. The fuzz was so fine you could barely even see it. And they flavor? Just as perfect as the appearance!