Watermelon is one of those sentimental fruits for me. My dad used to bring them home as Sunday treats. Mom cut them up just like my grandfather taught her -- a thick layer of newspaper on the kitchen table to absorb the juices, a huge knife, half-moon slices, heavy, heart-red, and sweet as summer.Rumor has it that the best place to store them is under the bed and I have a vague memory that my San Antonio grandparents did exactly that. But I don't know, maybe I'm making that up. I do know Grandfather said thunder is the sound of the devil rolling watermelon under his bed.
I planted mine a little early this year, without realizing it, but so far, seem to have gotten away with it. You never know when nature will decide to be forgiving of a gardener's ignorance.
Ahh...there is something about melon. My favorite is muskmelon, or cantloupe. My mom was a single parent, so she would buy just one, and we would have to share it. I like it so much I could eat a whole one. At one sitting. No problem. Did I say that???
ReplyDeleteOh yes! My husband and I consider a melon to be a meal for two! There are some mouthwatering stories about melon in A Year in Provence.
ReplyDeleteHi! Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment!! :) I'm glad you stopped by and led me to your blog. I'll be back often to visit! I was just remembering beach vacations in France when I was growing up in Germany and how one of my favorite things was the little musk melons we take for a snack. I can still smell and taste them when I close my eyes... :) Silke
ReplyDeleteMmmm... vacations in in France.
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