I am taking an aside from Olympic blogging to complain about this. I can't pick out peaches to save my life. I love peaches; love them. They are a top 3 fruit for me (with watermelon and pineapple). However, picking peaches is hit or miss for me. Too often I get the mealy, dry peaches that you just can't eat.
This is a serious problem for me. Serious enough that one of the qualifications for my future wife will be for her to have this hidden talent. So, those of you that are trying to fix me up on blind dates (and let's be honest, I'm always down for that), ask her about her peach-picking technique. It's on my top 100 qualities my future wife must have. In fact, this sounds like the start of a new list. I will tentatively place this ability at #47.
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I would love to see THAT list. =) Sounds blogworthy to me.
It's a list we'll be compiling over the course of the blog, not something I can unveil now. I have to keep my readers somehow!
peaches are great! i'll keep my eyes open for good peach picking women.
You have to pick ones that smell really like a peach :-)
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