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Peaches and nectarines have broken my heart SO MANY TIMES.
I wish the FTC or FDA or somebody would require markets to make available specific info about the fruit they sell—what variety, freestone/cling, complimentary taste slivers, etc.
So often I've bought beautiful, just-yielding-to-pressure stone fruit only to find them mealy, unsweet, or needing to be hacked to bits for consumption because of fibers extending from the seed to within ¼" of the skin.
I love a perfect nectarine that unscrews neatly into halves when I cut it round the raphe, the seed pops out, and it dribbles nectar-of-the-gods off my chin at the first bite.