Let me Google that….writer who lived in the woods….yep…Henry David Thoreau.
Anyway, if I were someone with talent like that I would do nothing but wax poetically about peaches and their perfume. Do they make peach perfume? I would wear that. No, come to think of it, I’m more of a tomato perfume kind of gal.
I always tell my daughter that she was born during peach season. She looks at me like I’m some sort of nut-job—that look is bound to get worse.
I most enjoy peaches by themselves, cut in half, with juice running down my arm. But I am not one to pass up a crisp, pie or other warm dessert of that sort. This galette is an excellent idea if you tire of eating peaches over the sink.