Last Saturday Maisy and I went to Pepper Place in search of tomatoes. I found them, but I also saw peaches everywhere. So I bought a half dozen to use making fresh peach milkshakes (a weakness this summer.)
As we turned to head back to the car, I almost stepped on this big basket of what they called "soft peaches." Five dollars for the entire basket. Twenty-nine peaches in all.
It took me forever to peel these things and cut them up to freeze. But I got enough to make three good-sized pies some time in the future. Or maybe some cobbler.
It was explained to me that soft peaches have blemishes caused by a bumpy ride up the interstate or odd wrinkles left when the fruit grows next to a tree branch or limb.