Fruit & News of the Week: June 20th

THIS WEEK’S FRUIT: 

Red Top Peaches
Frog Hollow Farm, Brentwood, CA
The big, bold Red Top lives up to its name and is almost fully blushed red over yellow. One of the first freestone varieties of the season, its flesh is consistently firm and sweet. With its unique coloration and ease of slicing, the Red Top is especially well-suited for presentation.

Blenheim Apricots
Frog Hollow Farm, Brentwood, CA
A Slow Food Arc of Taste apricot that has been growing in the Santa Clara Valley since the 1900’s. Small in size like our Golden Sweet the Blenheims are prized for their sweet tart flavor and aromatic qualities. A great apricot for preserving, drying, and eating out of hand.

Golden Sweet Apricot
Frog Hollow Farm, Brentwood, CA
The Golden Sweet is a smaller apricot that makes up for whatever it lacks in size with its rich flavor. Though we may bake pastries featuring other varieties, the Golden Sweet is our variety of choice for our best-selling apricot conserve. Another California born and bred variety, it has a brilliant golden orange skin with a soft blush.

Santa Rosa Plum
Frog Hollow Farm, Brentwood, CA
Famed California horticulturist Luther Burbank bred this plum in his Santa Rosa plant research center. Red-skinned with a purple bloom, its amber flesh gets flushed with red. It’s plump perfection with tender flesh that’s extremely sweet and juicy. A bit of tartness in the skin balances out the sweetness.

 

A POEM FOR THE ROAD: 

The Ripest Peach

The ripest peach is highest on the tree —
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!

She looms aloft where every eye may see
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.

I drink the sunshine showered past her lips
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree,
And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.

Why — why do I not turn away in wrath
And pluck some heart here hanging in my path?
Love’s lower boughs bend with them — but, ah me!
The ripest peach is highest on the tree!

– James Whitcomb Riley

 

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