Simple.
I don’t really have anything to say about this nectarine. I found it in the fridge. It was a nice, ripe, cold nectarine. I sliced it because I like sliced fruit, and then I thought it looked pretty. So I’m blogging it to share the joy of a nice piece of fruit.
This brings to mind one of my favorite poems. I paraphrase it often, but here’s the real deal…
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
-William Carlos Williams
My descriptive vocabulary when it comes to food is equally… simple. “Delicious” is probably my main descriptor… which maybe dulls the word?
I don’t think this nectarine belonged to anybody else. In fact, I think it was the only one in the bag that hadn’t turned. But in case it was: Oops! Forgive me, it was delicious.
xoxo…
