I sat looking at a basket of ripe peaches this morning thinking about what I should do with them. Maybe a cake topped with peaches. Possibly a topping for yogurt. A base for a smoothie? No, forget the smoothie. That involves digging out the seldom used blender.
Then a little voice in my head said, “Why don’t you just eat one the way it is?” So I did. It was perfectly ripe, juicy, delightful. I can’t remember the last time I had a simple peach without feeling that it should be an ingredient, rather than standing on its own.
Why is it that it’s often so hard to keep it simple. The simple thing is often the best thing of all.