When Life Gives You Lemons, Trade In For Peaches

My first plans for the day went a little awry.

I was supposed to spend the afternoon at a music festival in Coney Island; I was going to be meeting some friends at noon. I was running late, then got stuck on a slow subway, so I got myself into a real state of panic and was frantically calling and sending messages the whole way, trying to figure out where on the boardwalk I should be. Without hearing back from the friends I was meeting. I found my way to the venue an hour after it was supposed to start.

My party wasn't there.

I hung around an hour, wandering along the boardwalk, looking for them and calling; no luck. By that point, I was hot, a little grumpy, and not all that interested in the music I was hearing. I splurged on one ride on the Wonder Wheel and decided to head for home.

About halfway, I saw the subway I was on had a connection to the N and R line; and remembered that that subway went straight to the Greenmarket in Union Square. Where I hadn't been to in a while. I switched trains. And when I got to the greenmarket, I went completely fruit stupid.

I now have four pounds of peaches, two pounds each of apricots and plums, and three quarts of blueberries. I've divvied up some of each to go towards a huge orgy of jam tomorrow, and I'm freezing some of each for fruit smoothies (note to self, get a big thing of yogurt for this purpose). And of course, a number of peaches just for the eating now.

In fact, all y'all, have a recipe for the easiest dessert ever; take some ricotta cheese, sweeten it with a little honey, and whip it in a food processor or with a whisk until it's kind of a whipped cream consistency. Then use that as a topping for a sliced peach. That's it.

(Note to self -- ricotta cheese, too.)