Watermelon: that delicious summer fruit that makes those sweltering days barely tolerable. When I was growing up, we would have family reunions where lunch was plate after plate of watermelon followed by homemade ice cream.
And of course, every year we would pass the salt shaker around as we ate. That little sprinkle of salt on the watermelon kicked the taste up into overdrive. It wasn’t controversial to me; that’s just how one eats watermelon.
But in the times since, I’ve actually met people who think that salt ruins a watermelon. They look at me with disbelief as I season my fruit. “What the hell are you doing?” they ask as I try to pass them the shaker. I ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and continue ravenously eating my juicy, salty mess of fruit.
To me, they’re the weird ones for refusing to even try it. And the ones that have tried it and prefer their bland, iceberg-lettuce-esque melon are even more perplexing.
Whether you smack it with a hammer, cut it cleanly, or play watermelon ball until someone breaks it, there is only one way to actually eat it.
Salt that fucker up.
And of course, every year we would pass the salt shaker around as we ate. That little sprinkle of salt on the watermelon kicked the taste up into overdrive. It wasn’t controversial to me; that’s just how one eats watermelon.
But in the times since, I’ve actually met people who think that salt ruins a watermelon. They look at me with disbelief as I season my fruit. “What the hell are you doing?” they ask as I try to pass them the shaker. I ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and continue ravenously eating my juicy, salty mess of fruit.
To me, they’re the weird ones for refusing to even try it. And the ones that have tried it and prefer their bland, iceberg-lettuce-esque melon are even more perplexing.
Whether you smack it with a hammer, cut it cleanly, or play watermelon ball until someone breaks it, there is only one way to actually eat it.
Salt that fucker up.