So a few weeks ago (July 9th actually) I got a watermelon for a semi-BBQ. For those of you who don't know, a semi-BBQ is when you eat BBQ type food without actually turning on the grill. We had pulled pork sandwiches smothered in sauce, corn on the cob, and . . . watermelon. I guess it could be considered a picnic but semi-BBQ seemed appropriate. But we didn't finish, or hardly make a dent in the watermelon. So I took it home . . . and ate it.
The following week we headed to Santa Barbara for the weekend with my family and I brought another watermelon along. We had it with hot dogs and potato salad; a classic summer meal. I ate more than my fair share, and took the other half home. I cut up the other half on Monday at lunch. By Tuesday night it was gone. Kevin didn't have a single piece.
Today, I ran in the store at lunch for dog food . . . and another watermelon. This time I didn't bother with the tiny volleyball size, I grabbed the over inflated beach ball. A pretty one with a big yellow spot on it so I knew it had ripened on the vine. I understand the hilarity of the pregnant woman holding a watermelon as big as she is. I was so excited with my purchase I let the checkers comment about how big I was just bounce right off. Jonathan, my bag boy, helped me take it out to my car; I was walking so fast, anxious to get home, that he had trouble keeping up. Unfortunately, I had to pull over just outside my community because the watermelon had gotten loose and was rolling around in the van. I was not about to let my prize split in two and spill its precious juice on the floor of my car. I got home, gave the boys some food, the main reason for the stop at the store, and cut that sucker in half.
The following week we headed to Santa Barbara for the weekend with my family and I brought another watermelon along. We had it with hot dogs and potato salad; a classic summer meal. I ate more than my fair share, and took the other half home. I cut up the other half on Monday at lunch. By Tuesday night it was gone. Kevin didn't have a single piece.
Today, I ran in the store at lunch for dog food . . . and another watermelon. This time I didn't bother with the tiny volleyball size, I grabbed the over inflated beach ball. A pretty one with a big yellow spot on it so I knew it had ripened on the vine. I understand the hilarity of the pregnant woman holding a watermelon as big as she is. I was so excited with my purchase I let the checkers comment about how big I was just bounce right off. Jonathan, my bag boy, helped me take it out to my car; I was walking so fast, anxious to get home, that he had trouble keeping up. Unfortunately, I had to pull over just outside my community because the watermelon had gotten loose and was rolling around in the van. I was not about to let my prize split in two and spill its precious juice on the floor of my car. I got home, gave the boys some food, the main reason for the stop at the store, and cut that sucker in half.
I threw some in a bowl and headed back to work.
The melon was so good and sweet and amazing. I would trade my Thrifty's ice cream cone any day for this treat. Even now, I sit thinking about what is waiting for me in the refrigerator. My craving for Cheetos in the second trimester was nothing compared to this. I can hardly contain my excitement.
You're so cute.
ReplyDeleteI ate a TON of watermelon when I was pregnant...I think its because preggo ladies need the extra water/fluid! Hey its better than eating ice cream (which is also what I craved!) Based on this, my guess is that you are having a girl. :) So fun that you are waiting to find out!!
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