|Saturn or donut peaches.|
So many of you are far more sophisticated than I am in the cuisine, I often wonder if you think I don’t get out much. I preface this confession of mine because perhaps I am one of the few people on this earth who just discovered Saturn or “donut” peaches.
I’ve often seen them at my favorite market, but was never tempted to buy them because my focus has always been on the classic peach, both white and yellow, and nectarines. Truth be told, I thought they were some sort of aberration. I never asked for clarification. What a fool.
Ever since I’ve been in rehab and found them on my luncheon tray, they are my new obsession. The minute I’m sprung from here, Friday morning, I’m heading to the market to buy a kilo of donut peaches.
|When I mentioned in my physical therapy class that I thought these peaches were wonderful, one woman said, “You should taste them in tarts or just peel them, cut in large chunks and sauté with butter and a little sugar.”|
If, like me, you are not familiar with them they are perfectly divine. The fruit (I hate using the word “flesh” when describing fruits and vegetables) is white, sweet, juicy and some aficionados say with a “slight taste of almond.” I have yet to detect the almonds.
Must run. Did my physical therapy this morning, plus the balneotherapy, now I’m off to my “gym” class.