Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I ate the last nectarine for breakfast this morning, from the half-peck we had delivered eight days ago. There were some overripe bits, but enough good fruit to put in my yogurt. Half a peck had seemed plausible, somehow, when I was placing the order, and when it got here I looked at the bag and thought that this was way too many nectarines for two people, and even started looking up cake recipes. But cattitude and I happily ate them, one or two at a time, except for one I had to throw away yesterday because it had gotten overripe.

I ordered these on the perhaps-odd theory that I'm no good at selecting nectarines from a bin at the farmers market, and maybe the farm stand would do better, I like the Quebec strawberries they bring to the market. And it worked. I put them in a paper bag to ripen for a day, then pulled out two at random, ate them, and transferred the rest to a bowl on the kitchen counter.