Friday, August 28, 2009

Fruit of my Labor




Literally. Fruit. Singular. One fruit. And let's all be honest here, really not that much labor. With the craziness of our summer, our poor little garden has taken a hit. We have had this one, lone melon out there for a while. I was waiting for it to give a little more umph. But it, too, gave up the ghost. So, we picked it. We ceremoniously cut it open, with very little expectations. If watermelons don't get enough water, they are bitter. All of our wee watermelons in the summer's past have been bitter. Seeing a trend here?

Needless to say, it was VERY sweet and VERY juicy... and very warm. Not a good idea to go from garden to cutting board. After a little fridge time, we snarfed it. It was GOOOOOD. We were all in shock. Chase has pronounced me the best gardener in the world. Wait until his world gets a little bigger. He is going to be sorely disappointed.

3 comments:

Kathy’s Korner said...

I'll never forget Chase saying "this has no taste!" I am glad it was good.
Don't you think it is funny that watermelon is the one food we taste and pronounce: "this is good" or "this is not very good"? It is a American Ritual!

Danielle said...

Yup, and life is tooooo short to make yourself eat bad ones!!!

Birgitta said...

YUM! I love yummy COLD watermelons. Zach can't wait to see how is pumpkins turn out. This bush has completely taken over the lilac bush and has now gone up the quacking aspen tree behind the fence.