Anyway, the reason I love Dylan is because prior to the stew cooking event, he sorted the peaches. He doesn't just sort peaches like any old doofus. No, this is a process.
Step one: line the peaches up carefully (aligning any of my haphazardly placed peaches)
Step two: feel, smell, and visually inspect each and every peach
Step three: sort peaches into 4 places - ripe now, ripe in 3-5 days, compost pile, and "so good it must be eaten this minute".
We ate a lot of peaches this night.
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What? That's amazing. Nice job Dyl!
James had that same uncanny ability to pick peaches. I'm blind when it comes to getting a good peach, but James would sniff all of them and pick out the best ones. Must be a man thing.
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