Fruity erotica

For deliciousness and beauty

Top. In deep summer, the most luscious, chin-drooler fruit makes a brief appearance. We buy these Pennsylvania Amish peaches by the crate, eat our fill and put up the rest. The pictured peaches have been blanched and peeled, ready to be sliced and frozen for mid-winter daiquiris that remind us that, yes, summer will come again.

Middle. Gathered from Helen's tree, these diminutive pears, full of fall's colors and flavor, sit on her kitchen counter anticipating pie. This tree’s blossoming must have dodged the unusual late-spring frost that doomed much of the state's fruit harvest.

Bottom. My tomato: Isn't she gorgeous. I tried to clean up the photo background using Adobe's AI, but the software refused—notifying me that the image violated guidelines. Perhaps it thought this pulchritudinous beauty was a breast or worse!

Labor Day used to mark the end of growing season. But WTF, here it is, October 22, and we have yet to see a frost. A few tomatoes are still ripening—although they will be too bland to eat. And some salad greens sullenly endure, bitter from bolting. But I found a few broad beans hidden in their autumnal leaves and cooked them up with olive oil and Parmesan. They made a perfect little meaI before I set out to get my snow tires put on.