Silent mush

I have been waiting, quite patiently, for some beautiful peaches to ripen. Tonight, at last, they were just firm enough and smelled perfect.

Bowl, spoon, knife, milk and just a touch of sugar are prepared. I select the two best peaches and place the rest in the fridge to await a later meal.

I pick up the first, slice around it with my knife and open it up.

WHAT?? It's completely brown inside.

Frowning, I drop it into the trash. I carefully weigh the other in my hand before cutting into it.

ARGH!! A few pieces are cut out before it too falls into the trash.

I open the fridge and pull out my other two. Sadly, I end up repeating the process saving only about ten bites.

Into the bowl they are dropped. Down pours the milk with a sprinkling of sugar to top it off. I settle comfortably down with my hard earned, although frustrating, dessert and dig in with the spoon.

Two bites later, the remainder of the bowl joins the rest of the mushy fruit in the trash.

SAD, SAD, SAD!! What a waste of money, time and all that patience.