I like peaches, but not all peaches are created equal. I like the soft kind. Not the kind that can feel more like an apple.
My only problem is that at times, or so it seems, it’s hard for me to tell what kind to buy, so I have to rub on em a little bit, not quite fondling it, but close. It would be so much easier if I could just take a bite, but that would be messy, because the kind that I like you can’t eat without making a mess unless you chop it up into neat little pieces, but what fun is that. I like messes.
I still can’t help but draw some strange looks when I’m trying to figure out whether or not to buy it or not.