On Stone Fruit

from Food Migration blog

There are few things more depressing to me than crappy fruit. Rock-hard nectarines, mealy peaches, sour plums–I long ago gave up trying to get my stone fruit fix in any supermarket. Michigan yields great peaches and that’s usually where my dad and I buy our bushels in the summer. San Francisco has hooked me up with some great fruit, but I have been paying dearly for it. (Granted, it’s not dosed with high-intensity pesticides like the fruit I buy in Michigan, but it still ain’t cheap.)