Bean Sprout has good taste. His tongue is caressing a sweet, juicy white peach (I forget the name; maybe White Prince).
Last time I sampled white peaches, a few years ago, I decided they were overrated: bland, wet and sugary.
But as of mid-June this year, yellow peaches haven't developed much character (and thanks to the farmers for letting us taste little bites at the market). So white peaches to the rescue, and you know what?
They're really good.
Enjoy them while you can. And pay cash for them, because the government has decided it's OK to comb through your confidential bank records, trying to ferret out suspicious activity related to terrorism — of which these delicious little bombs of fruitiness are surely innocent. Oh, silly me. Did I say "bombs"?
Of course, we don't mind being spied on at home, because it's better to fight terrorists over there so we don't have to... oops. Heh. Over here.