Look what popped up in our fruit box this week – gorgeous little fresh apricots. You know summer is just around the corner when the fresh fruits on offer not only look as though they belong in your home, but taste as though they’ve been given time to ripen in actual sunshine.
Apricots are funny little things. When I was growing up there were two versions of apricot. The jam used for spreading on top of a Christmas cake before putting on the layer of marzipan, and the packet of dried apricots which my friend used to call ‘little girls ears’. Funnily enough, they do bear a striking resemblance.
I have absolutely no recollection of when it was that I first tasted a fresh apricot but still always think they are going to taste like small peaches. Which they don’t.
Similarly the doughnut peach has ‘appeared’ on the shelves recently, looking, for all intense and purpose, like it has been there forever. And yet I don’t recall their presence as a staple summer fruit until a couple of years ago.
What I do remember was the first time I had a nectarine. I can still recall with absolutely clarity, that juicy, sweet, soft pulp sensation in my mouth which, to me, was a perfect marriage between an apple, often too crunchy, and a peach, invariably too fluffy. My tastebuds always sizzle with anticipation at the thought of the perfect nectarine. Although holding a fruit in such high esteem does mean that the disappointment is exponentially hard hitting as a result.
Meanwhile we have had a few days of sunshine and warmth recently, which has not come a moment too soon. I always think people look so beautiful on a sunny day. The world seems to hold a lot more possibilities. Which is a good thing as yesterday our bat-mobile decided that it had just had enough of driving us all around and stopped, quite abruptly. Not only did it stop, but it had obviously made a secret pledge with itself that under no circumstances whatsoever, was it going to make any attempt to start.
Thankfully it had the decency to stop right in front of a house belonging to one of our lovely friends which gave myself and the wee boy chance to have a quick cuppa and a catch up before the man with his lorry came to take us home.
It also allowed the wee one to explain in detail to the twins, aged 8, whilst bouncing on a trampoline, that we were moving to Spain. Which we’re not.
As a consequence of the bat-mobile’s unilateral decision making, we have all walked everywhere today which, thanks to the sunshine, has been a very pleasant experience. I say that because it has been glorious weather and our timeframe has had enough leeway to indulge us in the pleasure. For the record, I am not becoming a ‘walk everywhere’ convert. I enjoyed the romance of walking in the sunshine eating strawberries and chatting idly about not much in particular because we don’t have to do it often.
*gives car the look*
Just so we’re clear.