and then there were three

I was rushing out the door last night, when I saw the engineer eyeing the bag of peaches I had bought at the farmer's market a couple of hours earlier.

"How do you cut a peach?" he asked. An innocent enough question.

In my hurry, I decided to only inwardly roll my eyes. Hiding my true "silly husband" thoughts, I did the loving wife thing and gave him a quick lesson on the anatomy of a peach.

It went a little something like this... "Watch out for the pit." And then I was off. By the time I returned, all peach related discussion had ceased.

It was not until this morning that two things became apparent to me.

Number one, of the seven or eight peaches that I had purchased, only three were left. This either meant that the peaches were delicious or that in an effort to cut said peaches, the engineer had inadvertently smashed one after another into a juicy mush-like state.

The second item that became apparent to me was that I too have absolutely no idea how to effectively cut a peach.