****The other day I was in the market, and I saw a sign that said simply, “Peaches.” “Oh boy!” I said to myself, and filled a bag. Couple days later, tonight, I go out to the kitchen to make myself a peach pie. My favorite!
When what do I find to my huge disappointment and chagrin, but that what I have inadvertently bought is the dreaded “white peaches.” Oh no!! Now my pie will be crap!
I don’t understand what leads someone to believe that, because something has been either etiolated or genetically manipulated to remove both color and flavor, that that is supposed to be an improvement. What the hell was wrong with peaches the way they were? Peach was a luscious, juicy, completely distinctive taste, instantly memorable and easily recalled. The kind of thing you would go out of your way to find and buy.
What on earth is supposed to be appealing about bland, anemic, half-ripe, not-even-peach-flavored-peaches?! I swear, sometimes I can’t help thinking irrational, bitter things, having to do with evil people wanting to keep all the best sensations to themselves, so that they do their best to acclimate the ordinary folks to substandard things so we won’t know what we’re missing. A “white peach” is a generic fruit of no particular flavor at all that makes a boring snack and a much, much worse pie.
These are the same people who take a perfectly workable operating system, change the names of everything, move it all around, put in a few “features” you’ll never use while removing several you really like, and then sell it to you as a “brand new” essential thing.
Now watch, some greedy money-grubbing asshat will read this, get the idea that they can make a killing on foodie gourmet “yellow peaches,” and start selling them at four times the cost of those crappy white ones.