At any rate, as I write this, I'm lifting chunks of dripping pink watermelon from a white bowl with a fruit-embossed border toward my mouth, which is not easy to do and type.
I feel as though Mark Twain is about to join me on the veranda. Or maybe Colonel Sanders might bring a bucket of chicken to go with the Cirtullus Lanatus on the veranda. Or maybe my ex-sister-in-law, who once ate an entire watermelon when she was pregnant, will re-appear with a wedge to share. Or not share, in her case.
Did you know that the Japanese figured out a way to grow cubes of watermelon? Sure, they're like $100 per melon, but at least they're less awkward in the fridge. And if you'd like to try to grow a cubed watermelon yourself, there are instructions on the world wide web about cultivating them in Lucite cubes.
I'm not sure if we should mess with near perfection, though. I have to say, however, that one of my quirky personality traits is that I prefer squares to circles or ovals, which is not common at all, since humans like softness and circles (like faces). But I only doodle cubes, squares, and the occasional daisy, which has a circle in the center and oval petals, true. But squares are where it's at for me. Except in the case of a $100 watermelon. Then I'll just stick with oval.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, and watermelon doesn't just taste good; it's like a giant vitamin wrapped in summer. Or "summah," as this melon is inspiring me to pronounce the season.
I mean, do you understand how good watermelon is for you? Sure, it's got a little bit of natural sugar in it, but check this out:
- 1 c. diced or chunks = 50 calories
- Virtually fat-free
- Very low sodium
- A good source of vitamin A
- High in vitamin C
- Contains higher amounts of lycopene than tomatoes! (Lycopene is good for the heart and helps prevent prostate cancer.)
Great. You know what's next, don't you? Behold the inevitable er*ectile dys*function commercial: