One more time

Stopped at the local Hannafords on the way home and decided to give the "southern peaches" one more try.  Every year, I am seduced by the thought of  juicy fragrant peaches, so I buy the small, rock hard imposters on the shelf, put them in a paper bag for several days and remove the wizened result, of which 90% is either mealy or inedible.  But try as I might, I can't stop buying them, because about one time in ten, the promise is actually fulfilled and you bite into a meltingly sweet fruit which transports you back to the first good peach you ever ate.  That almost makes up for the $25.00 you squandered on the dreck that you put up with in your search for that transcendent moment.