A flavor not forgotten
Before California’s Santa Clara Valley became a high-tech epicenter, it was a sea of fruit trees. And every summer, a postcard from one special orchard came to our house. The message was as brief as the season: White peaches and nectarines are ready. And off we would race to buy all we could eat fresh, plus enough for freezing to appease our passion for the rest of the year.
Even then, these fragile, incredibly perfumed stone fruit weren’t that easy to find. Most growers eschewed their demanding care.