Last night I stopped by a produce store and decided to try out a winter melon for--to my knowledge--the first time.
They were selling them as quarter-melon pieces. I picked it up, studied it, squeezed it, determined it to be ripe, spent like $2 on it, and took it home to eagerly try it.
By the time I had it in front of me, I was practically salivating for this fruit I didn't know the flavor of.
My first bite...and it tasted like nothing! Like the un-sweet absence of flavor. Well, maybe a bit on the bitter side, but not even that really. So I took a few more half-hearted bites, trying to work out the flavor, decided that flavor is Boring, and put it away. I figure I'll add it in a grape smoothie or something so I don't waste it.
Now, I realize it could have just been that particular guy I picked up. Of course I'm happy to try again if they're normally yummy and sweet.
Oh, she's sooooo cute! :)
Thanks so much...I couldn't resist!
She's one happy greedy little fruit eater...just started her on juicy and creamy fruit solids this week!
She loves sucking on/face planting in: banana, orange, pear, all melons (apparently!), apples, pineapple, tomato, strawberry, peaches and whatever else I'm eating!
I've been asked if I plan to start her on Gerber rice cereal. Think my new answer is I'd rather giver her winter melon. = )
Awww, she's getting her chow on!
Did she eat that entire box of fruit behind her too? :)
Ha, I wish!!! That's a Bugles chip box. There's a Kellog's Rice Krispy box right by it, too.
We get lots of boxes around here since I work at a food pantry and am forever getting boxes of donated foods to haul around.
I've never ordered boxes of fruit before. I am hoping my first very soon will be a sampler box from the Date People!
Who's the watermelon-eating cutie-pie contestant in your picture??? = )
That must be a rewarding job, getting food (even if it's Bugles :) to folks who might otherwise go without.
The wee watermelon muncher was dropped off unannounced on my doorstep by the Google stork one day, and I adopted him.
It's a rewarding job in the sense that it fills my holy creed: food is for sharing.
It's rewarding to help hungry brothers and sisters.
It's rewarding to help get their water or electricity turned back on, or prevent eviction.
It's rewarding that I get to bring my girls, and that they are being raised in a humbling environment.
It's difficult to serve bad food.
It's difficult to know so many of the working class poor who are living lives with dis-eases and caught in the vicious cycle of the medical establishment, hooked on drugs when they should be hooked on good choices.
It's difficult to not say anything, or to quietly suggest something and have it ignored.
All of this ties directly into the subject of winter melons, of course. = )