Jaydon and I had bought one at the farmers market on Saturday. I had chilled it down and cut it on Sunday afternoon. Jaydon watched me do it...I spread out newspaper on the breakfast table and took a "big ole knife" (as Jaydon commented) and cut it open. Jaydon was impressed! To me it was a simple thing, done many times before. We cut it up and put in zip bags. After everyone ate supper the boys each had a piece. Cameron loves watermelon and I knew it would be a treat for him, and it was! I sent a bag home with him for later snacking!
Tonight I ate a piece and was it good! So cold, juicy and sweet. As I ate it I couldn't help but think of so many watermelons I ate while growing up. My grandfather had great big fingers (or so I thought as a child) and he knew just how to thump a melon to tell if it was ripe. He was never wrong, either! I especially remember how good those watermelons that had just been picked and chilled down tasted. Was it the red dirt of Mississippi? Not sure, but as I ate my piece tonight I decided that the sweet taste of watermelon is just one of life's small, simple pleasures.