Yes. Watermelon. My favorite summer fruit.

Let me backtrack a bit. Normally I will not buy watermelon any earlier than June. Before then I don't find it as sweet and juicy. But last week I was at Wal-Mart shopping with my sister, and she announced, as we passed the display, "I have GOT to have watermelon."

Last year we had few good ones, thanks to the drought. I laughed and gave her my caveat, and told her to let me know if it was good.

I didn't see her again for a few days, but when I did the first thing I asked, after "how is everybody?" was "how was the watermelon?"

"Oh, it was SO GOOD--"

In fact, the Princess, who is usually not an enthusiastic consumer of fruit, ate as much of it as her mommy.

So, the next time I shopped, I bought a wedge. I left it in the fridge a full twenty-four hours before I unwrapped and cut it.

Hmm. Firm flesh, plenty of juice, seedless (well, at least, only those tiny soft white seeds), rich red color--

And then I ate a bite.

AHH! Ambrosia. Love at first bite. Sweet, just a tiny bit crunchy, icy cold, quenching a thirst I didn't know had been lurking in body and soul for a year now--no salt. Salt takes away from the sweetness.

Licking every last drop of juice off my fingers--

Oops. I think I'm gonna stop now. I'm about to begin writing ecstatic, orgasmic watermelon porn.

And on that naughty note, fair thee well.