I have always said that the quality of produce in this area blows me away.
Being raised in a different region gives me a strong appreciation for great produce grown close to where you live. I never even liked cherries before I moved here.
Now I can't get enough.
I always qualified my love of local produce with two caveats.
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Peaches and corn.
After I moved up here, I maintained that you couldn't get great corn like Colorado's and that the Palisades peach (also from Colorado) was pure heaven.
Fast forward to this past weekend.
I went to Steamboat Springs, Colo., to meet up with a few "girls" I knew from high school. My best friend from high school picked me up at the small airport outside of town, and we proceeded into Steamboat.
Along the way there was a peach stand and we stopped to stock ourselves up on Palisades peaches.
I looked at the fruit with fond memories and anticipation.
"Where you from?" the fruit stand owner asked me.
"Southeastern Washington State," I told him waiting for a comment about “lots of rain” but added the requisite, "but I grew up in Fort Collins." (Just to make sure he knew I was really a local.)
"Have you heard of... hmmm..." he pondered, "there's a city that starts with a W," he said.
"Walla Walla?" I asked.
"Nope," he went on racking his brain, "Wenchee, or something like that."
"Oh Wenatchee!" I exclaimed, "Yes I know Wenatchee."
"Yes, that's it!" he tells me.
Then he drops the bomb that forever ruined my raving of Colorado peaches.
"That's where we buy our peach trees!"