At long last, stone fruit season, as the Brits so charmingly put it,
is upon us and I was finally able to do my darling tart justice
with nectarines, apricots, blueberries,
and a heaping dollop of anticipation.
It was worth the wait.
She ecstasized me with culinary bliss.
(Yes, I made that word up. She deserves it.)
I have fallen more deeply in love with her than ever.
Alas, in the depth of the night,
I caught the wily minx cheating on me.