With summer quickly drawing to a close, watermelon quality is declining and prices are creeping up, which means I’ll soon be forced to cease my habit of eating 1-2 pounds (or more) of the stuff per day. There is little else more satisfying and refreshing to me than ripe, pink, juicy summer watermelon. As I work on lowering my consumption, I write this preemptive goodbye letter to the sweetest star in my culinary universe.
I snacked on a humongous tub of you all the way to Minneapolis in July. It was a joy to travel there with the love of my life, and Matt too.
I found the biggest, sweetest one of you all summer at the Overland Park farmers market (I posed you with a potato to show scale).
You yielded so much succulent flesh…
…that I couldn’t fit all of you in one photo.
When my local Whole Foods held a watermelon-eating contest, I jumped at the chance to feast on you for free…
…and to not be judged for how voraciously I gobbled you down.
(I came in 2nd place, by the way.)
Watermelon, my love…I’ve spent a small fortune on you this summer, as I have in summers past, but you made every penny worth it. Until we meet again in 2012, know that you have my undying devotion and affection, always. Farewell until next year, my sweet!
QUESTION: What foods will you miss the most when summer slips away?