Doughnut, Donut Nectarines

I saw these for the very first time today.  Have never seen or heard anyone coming across them before.  I had to go into High Holborn to the divorce courts again, fourth time now, for a copy of my absolute, again…you see…I said things weren’t straight forward.  I was walking along Kingsway just past the tube station a few shops down, spotted a fruit stall selling lovely purple figs which always attracts my attention, there were also the now more common doughnut peaches, and then out of the corner of my eyes…oh, look at those…”I’ll have a pack please, thanks”.  Bought them along with the doughnut peaches and as soon as I walked through the door I ate one…that’s quite restraint on my part…but having ripe nectarine juice dribble down my chin and hands while on the tube was not something I wanted.  Your hands are left all sticky afterwards…I know…I’m a messy eater.

I happen to have a normal white nectarine in the house and for comparison sake you can see how cute and tiny the doughnut ones are.

I ate the doughnut nectarine first and then a doughnut peach straight after, both very juicy but thought the peaches were more fragrant.  I have to give allowances to batches, as some are better than others.  I think only over time I would get some idea of whether the white doughnut peaches are indeed more fragrant and sweeter than the white doughnut nectarines.  Brilliant for those who hate peach skin.

The barrow boy (never thought I would have an opportunity to use barrow boy…oh I’ve said barrow boy umpteen times over the last years through reading the ‘Elephant and the Bad Baby’ to middle child and now youngest child) said that he’s been getting the doughnut nectarines for weeks now from the same source as the peaches, grown in Spain.  If you see some they’re worth getting because their shape alone will make you smile.