Texas predicted a light peach harvest this year. Cold snap, dry winter.
What arrived was weird.
I’ve bitten into slices this season that were extraordinary. Sugar-heavy, intense sweet.
They also fall apart in my hand. Mushy. Soft to the point of surrender.
Maybe it was the weather. Maybe the grocer handled them like bowling balls.
The result is the same: I have bowls of collapsing fruit.
If you have these soft discs piling up on your counter, stop worrying. You can fix this. Make peach fruit spread. It tastes like summer that got a little too warm.
