When we visit the Regional Market, you can be sure that my dear wife Karen and I return with fresh fruit from our Central New York farmers.
A bucket of blueberries, though, would stretch our too tummies past our limits.
I had already declared my intention to bring home a small handful of peaches. We went for white peaches, which are always very juicy. Our great neighbors Tim and Lorraine back at The Little Bitty in the Syracuse neighborhood of Eastwood turned us on to that variety years ago, thank you.
As impressed as I was by the table of apples, I did not go for any. Our fridge still holds a handful of the Honeycrisp we crave.