It is summer, and that means watermelon.
Yes, that luscious red (or yellow-y orange) fruit is in abundance right now, which makes me very happy.
One bite of that mushy, juicy goodness, and I’m in heaven.
It also catapults me back to my childhood.
Memories of half a watermelon, three spoons, and a salt shaker set out on the table before us.
Paper towels folded in half, seeds discarded upon them.
I’m pretty sure my brother and I had “lines” drawn in the watermelon, so we didn’t accidentally “steal” the other’s portion.
Oh, and only my mother tainted her lot with salt. I liked it pure.
These days, my father-in-law spoils me by bringing a large container filled to the brim with watermelon; rarely do I have to cut up a watermelon myself.
Two of my girls are watermelon fiends, like their mother, and scoop it up as fast as I can put it in their bowls.
I’m thinking we need an afternoon of half a watermelon, spoons, and “lines,” very soon.
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