Palisade peaches are at peak season right now. Go out and buy some immediately. The window of opportunity so brief you'll be sorry ignoring this wisdom. Don't wait. Right now. Next week they very well might revert to hard mealy and useless.
So soft, so juicy, so full of intense flavor it's amazing. And only a week or so maximum. This is nature's way of saying, "pay attention." So do.
I feel this so strongly I must spread this peach joy. It's not about me, it's about peaches. The garden tomatoes are fine right now too. I've made three trips to nearby Tony's, an upscale market for snobs like myself. The boxes they've stacked are now nearly empty. Loaded my backpack and stopped at the bottle shop downstairs and offered Lurch two for himself and his boss. Then to more to the office downstairs. And encountered my neighbor entering his apartment the same time as myself. He refused.
"Come on!" I insisted. Why the hesitation? I don't understand that. "This is the peak of their season. Would you like one too?" I offered his guest. "Sure."
Now this was fun. Having people reach into my backpack and remove peaches. More fun than I thought it would be. But now I only have a couple of peaches. Make that one left, I ate one in two seconds flat. They're too good to describe. Just go out and buy some. And do this right now. Before the peach joy is over.
I discovered the soft ones stay arrested quite nicely stored cold. So buy a some extra for when next week when the peach joy come its sudden end. And you'll have to wait another whole year.