August 8th, 2011
As it happens, I’m not the only member of the family with a bit of a fresh peach habit. My son shares my fondness for that particular summer delicacy. I just had to figure out how to serve it.
Turns out, Buggie boy doesn’t like the skin of fresh peaches. When I chopped them up for him, he was lukewarm. When I gave him an entire peach to gnaw on one day, he was ecstatic. He basically chewed a hole in the peach, then ate the flesh out, discarding the skin. Smart kid.
All went well until he chomped firmly on the pit and burst into tears. So now I slice his peaches in half, pit them, then give him the halves to enjoy. He’s in heaven.