I discovered this book on my flight to Iowa. The purpose of my trip was to learn more about agriculture and the automatic farming technology applied in the farms.

How suiting yet how ironic that I found this article on organic and manual farming of peaches by an owner of a small family owned farm in California.

I grimaced at the word peaches. I could count the number of peaches I ate in California in the last 10 years by one hand.
I didn’t like peaches in California, not even the ones from farmer’s market. They were all together way to meaty for me.
They were all flesh with no juice.

Back in China, eating peaches goes hand in hand with having juices run down the wrist and possibly staining the shirts if one is not carefully leaning forward slightly.

Comparing the flavors of peaches in California with peaches in china is like comparing a hamburger to a steak.

On of top of that, every peach I ate tasted the same.
We are being fed with generic food like these chickens in cages.

When the author painted a vivid picture of his peach eating experience, I was in shock of how much it reminded me of these of my own memories.

I was in awe that there were farmers like the author’s family that were still trying to grow peaches with, oh my lord, real flavors and, gasp, real juices.

It lured me in and I felt compelled to read on….

I enjoyed his writing although it was, sometimes, a little too up tight and too logical for me.

But I loved how he described the details with such beautiful languages.

I loved how he rarely used metaphors but completely replied on accurate and beautiful languages to communicate emotions.

I had a helpless admiration towards smart and witty writing styles.
But this was a change for me.
The language was well grounded. It showed confident of the writer and his immense passions for his farm, his peaches and his family.

The in flight magazine only quoted part of his book.
I came back to LA and ordered the book from Amazon.
It arrived yesterday. I can’t wait to read it.