Pêche de Vigne, as a name, would not be out of place on a burlesque billboard.The annual appearance of the flat peach is an event to which I look forward and by which I have never been disappointed. Before moving to France I had never encountered this exotic hybrid of the peach family but I have no doubt that this relates to fashion rather than to rarity. This is a peach by name but not by beauty….to the retailer, that is. To add to the retailer’s displeasure was the fact that this toothsome beauty is very delicate and doesn’t travel well. It does appear that bad science has found ways to make it more readily marketable as I am now accustomed to seeing plastic boxes filled with nonperishable, long life versions of these fruits. It is far too early in the season for local pêches de vigne but I gave into temptation and feasted on some of these delicate fruit which had, no doubt, traveled in an atmosphere of inert gases from points much further south. The taste was a pale representation of the fruit in its full pomp, but it was a good reminder of what is to come.
Having spent some time with these peaches, what I had noticed was the condition of the skin of the peach. “Skin like a peach” is a well worn phrase suggesting beautifully smooth, soft skin. The skin of these peaches was definitely wanting in the smooth and beautiful departments. In the pictures above you will see, on the left, the skin of the peche de vigne as it is on the shelf. I have applied frequency retouching, as in a cosmetic beauty shot, to those in the picture on the right. Strangely enough I appear to have created a peachy Adam and Eve that I have put into a Michelangelesque version of finger touching creation…how the pêche plate became a pêche phat.
I can’t wait for the real thing to arrive, in nature’s good time and without the addition of inert gases.