I am a glutton when it comes to summer stone fruit. There is a window of time when nectarines, peaches, apricots, and plums run rampant at the market. Mottled in vibrant swaths of purple, crimson, and orange, their flesh is a perfect balance of sweet, tang, and winey flavors. I could eat them all day long, but then my stomach would hurt.
When these fruity gifts are abundant, I usually overshop. It is an issue. My kitchen counters are lined with bowls and platters piled with fruit. So it’s no surprise that, even in my house, all the fruit can’t be eaten at their peak of ripeness. Some pieces become a little too ripe, buried at the bottom of the bowl, or even passed over for the newest batch from the market. As mentioned, I have indulgence issues.
