I've been a peach fanatic for a long time, subscribing to the peach-a-day theory until the bitter end of the season. So I was heartened to hear that there might be some primal reason behind this craving I have for the queen of stone fruits. To quote from the My Fruit, My Body press release: "A new study by AgriLife Researchers at Texas A&M University provides some extremely promising results in the fight against breast cancer. The study, published in the Journal of Agriculture and Food Chemistry, reported that even the most aggressive type of breast cancer cells died after exposure to peach and plum extracts in lab tests.
Anyone that knows me well, knows that every summer, I turn into an obsessive-compulsive peach fantatic. During the height of the season, every day that I miss a peach, I experience a little bit of soul death. I know it sounds dramatic, but OCPD is like that.
I also am very discerning about my peaches. I won't stand for mealy or mild mannered. I like a peach that's bracingly sweet but balanced with good acidity. Normally, I have them express delivered—meaning driven in by my very kind in-laws who live in Modesto where there's a place called Smith Ranch (701 Claratina Avenue, off McHenry Ave.) that's peach legendary. I just finished up a flat of Fay Elberta's that were true ambrosia.
Making as many stops on their summer tours as possible, indie bands from all over the map are stopping at one, or multiple venues in the city. There’s a wide range of artists to choose from this week, so to avoid complete and total exhaustion, choose wisely, my friend.
Leopold and His Fiction opens for Little Joy, Independent, 6/3: Where big city meets country, that’s where you’ll find these grunge-folk musicians. They’ve been reviewed as “angsty blues-flavored rock ‘n’ roll,” by Relix and we couldn’t agree more.