• Peach Blueberry Coffee Cake – An Ode to a Peach

    Peaches define summer for me. I know it’s officially summer not by the first jacket free day, or the salty-sweet smell of the air, or the joyful noise of street festivals. Nay my friends, I measure summer in peaches. I find myself searching for them at the grocery store as early as March, muttering to myself that I can’t take one more day of bitter Chicago weather and stuffy office air. I need the sweet, tangy flesh of a peach to set me free, knowing, in vain, that I will not find one. Then one glorious day in late April or May it happens.         Peaches.  …