it's true. the ugliest fruit at the farmer's market is the sweetest. it seems more pressing than ever to point this out now that i live in l.a.
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<br />today i made a tartine with a gnarled nectarine whose face was more blistered than blushed, and which by current standards of beauty should have been hurled in a heap, sequestered from nectarine-kind. it's a good thing fruit doesn't judge.
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<br />there are rarely moments when i frequent cliché, but in the case of choosing the nectarine for this ugly tartine, it's what's on the inside that counts.
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<br />have a look:

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