The ghosts of delicious

I walked into the Coop supermarket the other day and the first this I saw was these. I wasn’t sure what they were, but I went immediately to see them, then I noticed that there were four different kinds of peaches lined up on the first counter one sees. On the left were red ones so dark they were almost black. Next came peaches that look just like an illustration in a horticulture book. The third ones were normal white peaches, with rosy cheeks and a slight greenness to the skin. These were the last. Icy White Peaches, as translated.

It was only then that I saw the man standing at the end of that counter. He smiled at me and said, “I have been entertaining myself watching people react when they first see these peaches. Aren’t they beautiful?”

They are. I bought these. I’m waiting for them to soften and be really ripe, and then I will make Bellini and peach shortcake for somebody. I don’t know who. I would make them for him, but I don’t know who he is.