When I was a little girl, every peach season my dad would take the ones that were getting a little too ripe and soak them in wine. He would pile sliced peaches in a giant carafe then fill it with red wine. It was like a science project to me, as we waited and watch as the peaches began to turn maroon from sitting – for what seemed like an eternity – in the wine. As I got older and wiser, I realized these peaches were drunk! Typical Italians, right? Soaking some delicious fruit in even more delicious vino. It’s been…
