I'm not sure if I should admit this. I mean, it's one thing to just not buy them. My absolute closest friends know. Here it is: I don't like fresh peaches.
I tried, I really did. My mum developed an allergy to them before I was born, so I didn't grow up eating them. When I left home, I'd buy them...eat one...erk. So I stopped wasting my money, and I'd leave them in the shops for more appreciative consumers.
Now I have my fruit and vegetables delivered (organic, easy, wonderful). If peaches are in the set box, I choose something else. The last delivery, however, included them anyway. I contemplated offloading them to those close friends who know my secret - but thought, maybe the organic peaches will be different. These have lasted wonderfully well - the delivery was 12 days ago and they are largely unblemished.
This afternoon, I ate one. It won't be my last. I'd still rather have a yellow-flesh nectarine, or a peach without the skin. But it wasn't wasted, it was enjoyed. Maybe there's hope for me after all.