Why should peaches and cream have all the fun? Each summer, when stone fruit season rolls around, I try not to play favorites—but sometimes I can’t help it. Something about a perfectly ripe apricot just perfectly encapsulates the sun-warmed feeling of hot days and barely breezy nights. They are the summer sun, melting down just past the farthest part of the horizon, in perfect fruit from. And when I’ve had my fill of them straight out of my farmers’ market tote, I turn to my kitchen for other ways of indulging in the apricot.
