The other day I got a watermelon from my friend Naomi. Some of her cousins grow them, and she was kind enough to give me one. I don’t know about watermelons where you live, but I when I think of this fruit my mind conjures up images of these huge, dark and light green, somewhat heavy, oblong melons. So I pictured Naomi doing an ungraceful, two-handed heave to lug this gigantic melon to me.
When I actually got the watermelon, the size was so different from what I was expecting. It was the cutest little watermelon that I’d ever seen. If I stretched my thumb and pinky I could hold the watermelon in the palm of my hand. It was a pleasant surprise. I didn’t want to go through all the effort of slicing and storing the jumbo-sized watermelons I was familiar with. It worked out perfectly.
I completely anticipated that because the watermelon was small, maybe it wouldn’t be as good or as sweet as the ones that I’m used to. But it was amazingly good. The melon was as sweet as it was juicy…VERY easy to eat.
The good about watermelon this size was that it didn’t last very long at all 🙂 . I was pretty famished when I got it, so I completely devoured this thing. There was no storage to worry about whatsoever.
The bad thing about a watermelon this size was…it didn’t last very long 🙁 . It was really sweet and I wanted more when I was finished.
Ahhh…watermelon. Whenever I take a sloshy (it’s not really a word, but you know what I mean) bite of that sweet, juicy fruit, I’m a kid again. I think about being outside with my cousins on a hot summer day in Florida, racing each other (losing of course). I think about my Dad, Mom and the other family members talking while we play. I think about eating the most refreshing slice of watermelon after having gotten all sweaty and my hands getting all sticky from the juice. Sigh…
Are watermelons where you live the same as the Japanese size or do you have the jumbo, oblong ones?