Thursday, July 27, 2006

Simple pleasure

Like, holy shi'ite, I just ate the best peach of my entire life. It was one of those white California deals, and it possessed the perfect sweetness-to-juiciness ratio. Even the physiognomy of the fuzzy rind was pleasing, suggesting a well-balanced and even-tempered fruit. It was at such a state of greatness that it was one of those peaches where the pit had separated from the meat perfectly, allowing me to poke it out and avoid the inconvenience of having to chew around it.

I know... I did say it was perfect!

[Note: The peach pictured above is merely a stunt-fruit.]