There is something that is quintessentially summer to me about peaches. Perhaps it is because they were hard to come by the majority of the year when I was growing up in the Pacific Northwest. Once summer rolled around however, they could be found in abundance and I made the most of it.
Today I can scoop up peaches just about whenever I want, however I still find myself gravitating towards them almost exclusively during the summer. A few weeks ago I found myself with several perfectly ripe peaches just begging to be eaten. Always one to experiment, I sliced them up and threw them on the grill, drizzling them in balsamic vinegar and serving them up with a side of basil as the perfect summer dessert. One sweet and juicy bite was all it took to transport me back to barefoot summer days in Washington.
