Way back during the Labour long weekend, when it was too hot to do anything, we went a bought a watermelon for a seed spitting contest. Even buying a “seeded” watermelon, the seeds were a little puny (remember when we were kids and they were giant and black? I’m officially old), but we went for it. Adam technically won, but he does admit that on average I did better. Not sure this is something to brag about.