othing quite embodies summer like a peach—the precious, blushing summertime jewels, gently scented with floral notes kissed with vanilla, the heavy weight of the orb filled with nectar, and the promise of endless, languorous summer days. My fondest memory of a peach will forever be in the form of a peach pie I made one June afternoon. The pie was shared with loved ones as we sprawled out on the grass. We devoured it straight from the glass pie plate while watching the sun set. All that was needed to accompany the pie was a small jar of softly whipped cream, so soft it
