nectarines

See that pit in the foreground, that nectarine was my breakfast. The one on the left, sad to say, did not make it to lunch. I would eat another one now, but then there would only be one left. And it would be lonely and I would have to eat it tonight to put it out of its misery. So I will save the two for tomorrow. It will take all my willpower but I will do it ... probably. 

Nectarines are the best because they are sweet, a little sour and super juicy with the bonus of not having a dry fuzzy layer to fight through. No offense peaches, but your facial hair makes me want to gag. I got these nectarines from the Easter Market on Saturday. They are divine.