I’ll Have What She’s Having
Here’s something different–a story about the most delicious peach in the world. It begins:
When approaching a ripe donut peach, one must temper lust with mindful restraint. First, assume a wide stance, slightly flexing your knees to maintain balance. Then gently grasp the saucer-shaped fruit with your thumb and middle finger, careful not to squeeze too tightly. Thrust your head forward, eyes closed, chin out, mouth open and prepare to swoon.
That first bite will release a wave of sugary goodness slobbering down your chin and, you hope, not on your Tommy Bahama camp shirt or Eileen Fisher cami. Spritzing is always a danger. Envious friends and family who have leaned in to take a close look may get a sudden jet of peach juice to the face.
They too may fall to the ground, writhing in pleasure.
“It’s a fruit you would have expected in the Garden of Eden,” says a close friend who shall remain nameless to protect her professional reputation. “It’s fleshy and practically obscene with sticky sweet, dripping juices. If I were Eve, I would have tempted Adam with a donut peach.”
Psst. I can get you some….
Tempted? To read more, go here. Among other things, you’ll learn that, according to Daoist mythology, a single bite of a donut peach can bring immortality.