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I love fresh peaches, but I don't have any inkling of how to buy them; I've been told to wait until the ones in the store are mildly fragrant. In the middle of the past week, as I walked through my grocery store, I caught a wafting whiff of pleasant, springy odor. And there they were, a five pound gift box of peaches, just like the five pound gift boxes of clementine oranges I used to buy every December. Checking off the "mildly fragrant" criterion, and figuring that they couldn't be that out of season if they were selling five pounds gift boxes, I purchased one. Well, the problem with buying five pounds of fresh peaches is that you sit around waiting for them to ripen for three or four days, and then, once they're finally soft enough to yield to your incisors, you've got no more than a couple of days in which to eat them all. And so today I ate peaches in my oatmeal, ate peaches in my salad, peaches in the afternoon, peaches in the evening, peaches all night long. I think I've had nine or ten today. Huh. What's this I hear about a "gentle laxative effect"?