Every summer, I make sure to eat my fill of watermelon. It’s a perfect warm weather fruit – refreshing and thirst quenching. I used to spit out the seeds but with both seeded and seedless watermelons, I’ve become accustomed to chewing and swallowing the seeds. Once in a while, my husband and I eat watermelon standing over the kitchen sink so we can spit the seeds into the sink; it’s a vague reminder of our watermelon seed spitting contests when we were first dating.
As much as eating watermelon is part of my summer ritual, so is picking one out. It’s a hit and miss with whole ones because you can’t see the flesh inside. For years, we bought cut wedges of watermelon, but that unfortunately meant eating it soon. A whole one can be left around for a week or so before I cut into it. I could eat it at my leisure. When I buy a watermelon at the farmer’s market, I ask the vendor to select a good one. It’s my insurance plan against a bland melon. The vendor doesn’t want to disappoint me, right?!
A few weeks ago, I was left to pick the watermelon myself. They were on sale at Whole Foods in one of those large cardboard containers positioned outside the entrance to attract customers. As my husband and I picked through and tapped about a quarter of the melons. I was somewhat nervous about picking a good one.