Monday, July 10, 2017

The Color of Watermelon

It's not Halloween but spooky things are happening around here. 

Trick or Treat!


My little round seedless watermelon exploded. In my kitchen. Oh what an effing mess that made. I am still in shock. 

My new decor. Shades of watermelon. My new wardrobe. Watermelon hues.

I have no idea what lead up to this. I bought a little round watermelon with the intention of having it for lunch or breakfast once a day 4 days in a row. Just watermelon and nothing else. It's very filling. Oh so delicious. I love watermelon. (Almost as much as I love Vidalia onions!) Every summer I look forward to watermelon (and Vidalia's). Usually I have to buy the already sliced pieces because my motorhome fridge is so small, a regular full sized watermelon would never fit inside it. The problem with most motorhome fridges is the illusion. A long door but when opened the fridge is not deep at all. Matter of fact, a dozen eggs will only fit across the shelf not fore and aft. That is how my fridge lacks depth. 

Tiny home living. 

These newfangled personal sized watermelons appeared in the market. They were smaller than a bowling ball yet just as juicy and delicious. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! 

There wasn't room for my cute round watermelon in my tiny fridge just yet so I had it sitting in a Corelle bowl on the counter to keep it from rolling away to parts unknown.  But as other foods were consumed, I suddenly had room to chill my watermelon in the fridge. I gingerly picked it up briefly wondering why it had gone from rock hard to a slight give in the skin. Kerboom! There was bright red watermelon flying every where. On the stove top. Under the stove top. In the sink. Down the front of my shirt. In the floor. On the step stool. Running down the wall. Splattered on the window. A chunky mess landed on the upholstery for the dining booth. 

There was a scream. Was that me? The dog ran and hid under the table. I wanted to crawl under there with him. 

What happened? I stood there in shock and disbelief. I just wanted to rewind time, pretending this never ever happened. 

But what did just happen? 

I have no idea. It's one of life's mysteries. 

Trick or treat in July. 

The sad part? Not one spoonful of watermelon was salvageable for consuming. I never got a taste. 

What I got was hours of sticky messy oozy cleanup. 

Life is goof. 

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Gigantic watermelon beach towel. Who'd a thunk it? I surely needed this to mop up my watermelon mess!


  1. Water melons are indeed filling and delicious. I usually buy slices so that I'm sure it's a good one. A closed melon is a mystery, and even the small ones are heavy to carry or store.

  2. Acetylene gas inside a rotten watermelon will cause an explosion when exposed to heat. Probably not putting in fridge helped the process along.


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