I look forward to the first peaches every year and I haunt the farmer's market to find out when they will be in for sale.
I am a peach fiend. I've never met a peach I didn't like. I prefer the yellow peaches, but white are fine, too. Even the smell of peaches is intoxicating.
The folks from the orchards like to see me coming because they know I'll handle their fruit with respect. I have a two-finger testing method for ripeness that rarely fails me. I look for fruit that yields a little under gentle pressure, and smells good. That usually means it tastes good, too.
The very thought of getting that first peach of the season is a delightful one. Makes my mouth water.