OK, it's another food post, but just a quick one. Essentially a large tin of peaches, with the stones in to boot. But what a difference a jar makes, so that they become golden, luminous globes of voluptuous loveliness. I bought them for their beauty as they were reduced after Christmas; I'm not even sure I like tinned peaches all that much, though when we were kids we thought them a sublime treat, so maybe they'll bring about a Proustian moment. They don't have to be eaten till 2016 anyway.
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