I first came across this peach stand at the end of a 20-mile bike ride. I was out ahead of Maria, but had lost sight of Matt and Helmut (who are super speedy and can only stand waiting around for us at each turn for so long). Evidently, I made a wrong turn and Maria was kind enough to keep following me. We were headed back to the spot where we parked the car when we saw the huge hand-painted sign, "Fredricksburg Peaches", propped up on an old pool lounge chair. We HAD to stop. The sweet man working the stand was kind enough to find a perfectly ripe peach for each of us to try. Believe me when I tell you, this was the best peach I had ever tasted. And I have tasted a lot of peaches. Peaches may just be my very favorite fruit. My dad grew them in his orchard for most of my childhood. But these peaches were beyond divine (no offense, Dad). He confessed it was the sandy soil of Fredricksburg, Texas that give the peaches that incredibly sweet, tangy and smooth flavor.
So we went back to that peach stand several times over the weekend. And just before we left San Antonio, we went and bought a huge box of peaches. We are slowly going through them, knowing the whole time they are a limited resource. Maybe I should hide the rest all for myself.
They sound amazing! I love peaches but it's hard to find good ones. We had a little stand down the street from our house in Denton that sold Bowie peaches and they were pretty darn good. Love this photo.
Posted by: Em | July 14, 2011 at 10:30 PM
I love that peach juice running down you neck when you bit into it. Then you jump into the pool. You need to be about 10 for this pleasure. I a so jealous.
Posted by: Aunt Mary | July 15, 2011 at 01:11 AM
YUM!!!!!!!! How lucky can I be that I get to drive right past him !! I will bring some next time we go see you guys.
Posted by: Maria | July 15, 2011 at 10:35 AM