This morning was a ‘wear your glasses to work instead of contacts’ kind of morning.
That is until I discovered that our heaven-sent kitchen staff lovingly perched these beautiful, sweet, fragrant beauties atop the 4th floor kitchen counter…
Something about the smell of nectarines will forever bring to mind my morning petit dejeuner in Paris. A crunchy baguette with an open jar of marmalade and a mug of chocolat chaud was all I needed to get me through the day.
With the delicate scent of these sacred nectarines wafting to my nose today, I am somehow strengthened in the knowledge that everything will be alright.
Now my mission is to create my own nectarine marmalade a la Paris…any good recipes out there for a teeny post-grad kitchen?