Dan here today. I’ve written here a few times about my love for Palisade peaches. It began in the summer of 2009, when I went to our local Sunflower and saw them across a crowded room. The chemistry was instant, and I wound up taking them home with me, something I don’t usually do on the first date. After taking my first bite, I was hooked, and ever since, I have had a reason to look forward to August, when the Colorado peaches come out to play.
I’ve wanted to make a pilgrimage to Palisade, the peach homeland, for a while now, but since it’s on the other side of the state, almost four hours away, we never seemed to get around to it. Then, this past weekend, one of our friends got married at a vineyard in Grand Junction, just a few miles down the road. On the way out of town after the wedding, Beth suggested that we stop by the Palisade Farmers’ Market. I was skeptical, as I thought it was too late in the year for the peaches to be plentiful, but after a little coaxing, I agreed. Luckily for me, Beth was right.
The Market was a bit smaller than we had expected, occupying just one intersection near the center of town, but almost everyone was selling peaches bigger than my fist. (Also gigantic heirloom tomatoes, which almost distracted us from our core mission).
I think that one in the center is the queen. Let’s move on before she notices we’re here and gets angry.
We debated how many peaches to buy and finally settled on a ten pound box.
Keen-eyed observers will note that this is not actually a box. That is because I don’t have another photo.
This seemed like it would be more than enough, but the peaches were so ripe and delicious that we (well, I guess it’s more like I) ate more than half of them within 24 hours of getting home. Beth used the rest to make some peach ice cream, which she’ll probably talk about later. I guess this means we’ll have to go back some day and spent more time communing with the peach spirits.