I bought a watermelon at the Common Market today. It was 69 cents a pound which seemed reasonable. Apparently, I don’t know my own strength, b/c that thing cost $13. It was delicious though, tasted just like a watermelon should–which lately hasn’t really been a given. But thirteen dollars? Oh, we are eating that whole thing. The flesh was gobbled in very little time and I’ve started making a pickle of the rind. I’ve never even eaten a watermelon pickle, but we’ll give it a go. So far, it’s really pretty… I felt an odd sense of satisfaction seeing that nothing went to waste but a small pile of the very outer skin–right into the compost bucket.
Everything but the squeal1 07 2008