If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches every day

Given the season, the local farmers’ markets have been overrun with peaches. And, of course, there is always a plate of small slices to taste, each type delicious and amazing. Tastiness aside, a girl likes some variety in her life. I recently stumbled across a couple of different recipes for grilled peaches, one over arugula and one with ricotta. With peaches waiting to be eaten and having never had a grilled peach, I was very excited to try one or both of these recipes.

But I don’t have a grill. I don’t even have a grill pan. I am completely grill-less. Back to square one, with three yummy peaches sulking uneaten on the counter.

The absence of grilling materials has been a problem in the past, usually with vegetables, and one popular solution in my kitchen is roasting. I do have an oven at least. After a brief internet search to confirm that roasting peaches is not a completely stupid idea, my decision was made. I just had to find the right time.

Well, tonight was that time. Dessert sounded good for a change. I am leaving town in a few days so am in the process of emptying my side of the refrigerator. Thus, there was no arugula or ricotta on hand. Solution: ice cream. The bodega down the street sells single mini Haagen Dazs ice cream containers, which is just about the perfect amount for me when I want it.

After a quick trip to the corner, I had everything I needed: vanilla ice cream, a peach and cinnamon. And only twenty minutes after that, I had pretty deliciousness on a plate. I tried to take a photo for proof, but my hands are shaky and I couldn't get the angle right. Plus, my model was melting. I was forced to eat my dessert, every last wonderful bite of it.