The teenage years were more turbulent. He was sent to a private school, where he was saddened to find there are people in America who summer where they winter. He developed a lifelong concern for the second homeless, and organized bake sales with proceeds going to the moderately rich.
That’s an excerpt from New York Times columnist, David Brooks who is poking fun at Republican Presidential candidate, Mitt Romney and his reputation as a plutocrat detached from life as many of us know it. Surprisingly, the “people who summer where they winter” quip made me think not of politics, but of peaches. Georgia peaches, to be exact, the embodiment of easy summer living. Yesterday I bit into an out-of-season peach. I purchased it with high hopes despite it having come from the clearance basket. It wasn’t the same.
Alas, the leaves have begun a colorful last hurrah before their final descent. And, we, the second homeless, must hold our heads high and winter where we summer. With this recipe:
Peach Soup (via Whole Foods)
- 6 large ripe peaches
- 2 cups water
- 1 cup apple juice
- 1/4 cup honey
- 1 lime, Zest and juice of
- Salt and pepper to taste
- Mint sprigs
Bring a medium pot of water to a boil. Cut a small “X” through the bottom of each peach, then drop them into the water to blanch for 20 seconds.
Using a slotted spoon, transfer peaches to a bowl of ice water.
When peaches are cooled, drain well then peel them, starting from the “X” at the bottom of each peach.
Discard skin and pits and transfer peaches to a blender. Add water, apple juice, honey, lime zest and juice, salt and pepper and blend until smooth.
Transfer to a bowl, cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate until well chilled, about 2 hours. Pour soup into bowls or cups, garnish with mint and serve.
I had a bowl for luncheon with cornbread. It was mighty tasty, ya’ll.
Here’s another tip for the second homeless. Clean your home from top to bottom, then cover the furniture with sheets. You know, so dust won’t collect while you’re away. Pack a few bags, lock up the house and ignore the confused looks on your neighbors’ faces when you wave goodbye and tell them you’ll see them next season. Next, go away for the weekend. Or for just a couple of hours.
Then come on back home. Unpack. Call your neighbors and tell them you’ll be by later to pick up the mail they’ve been collecting for you. Thank them profusely and hang up before they ask questions. Almost feels like the real thing, yes?
Have you ever tried a chilled soup? What is your fave?