Abracadabra — Nectarines!
My hubby makes fun of me because I often whine, “I hate technology!”
You know the feeling — when your server goes down or your email has the hiccups or some dastardly virus has infiltrated your otherwise peaceful online existence.
At times like that, can you blame me for uttering those blasphemous words? I think not.
But a couple of weeks ago, you might have heard me proclaim instead, “I adore technology!”
You see, it all started when I tweeted that I had bought some fabulously soft, juicy, drippy-licious Suncrest peaches at the Frog Hollow Farm store at the Ferry Building in San Francisco.
Then, what happens, but two days later, I find a huge box on my porch of just-picked nectarines, courtesy of Frog Hollow Farm.
Big Brother at work?
Big nectarines is more like it. Sweet, with just the right amount of tang, too.
Most of them, I just enjoyed out of hand. But I saved a few choice ones for extra special treatment: “Nectarine-Frangipane Galette.”








