I can see my mom. Standing at the kitchen counter. It's summertime and she's making deep cuts into the peachy-orange middle of a melon. Eating it right out of its shell. I can also see myself- a girl being offered a bite. I take the bite and make a pitiful effort to like it. I decide that melon isn't my favorite, and I go on thinking that for years. And years later....
This August, I fell in love.
It happened at the farmers market. At the table of my favorite vendor, where I shelled out 3 pocket-worn dollar bills and was handed a fat, ripe, fragrant melon. I was told to eat it later that day, because that's when it would be at its best. Later, I sliced it open and was blown away. The smell. It was incredible. It filled the whole kitchen. I stuck a spoon into it and sure enough, it was the best.
And the best way to eat it, of course, is to
1) chill it.
2) halve it with a thick knife.
3) sprinkle with a little sea salt.
4) and dig in with a spoon. no bowl necessary.
What's been your August snack?
August 27, 2012