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Oh, also.
I am certain now that one of the true joys of life is eating fresh fruit. *Really* fresh fruit. Fruit that was bought at a wee produce stand, or hand-picked, or something along those lines wherein they weren't artificially ripened with doses of ethylene.
From what I can tell, one of the profs in the horticulture department works with watermelons. I'm guessing he/she had some extra, as they were being given away to anyone who wants them. So, of course, I got one. This was a *fresh* watermelon. It was still warm, and had dirt on the bottom of it, and everything. I cut into it a little while ago, and uhnnngod. So good. It was still a little warm, and was dripping juice so bad I had to eat it over the sink, and delicously sweet. It was almost sacriledgeous to put it in the fridge where it would loose that wonderful warmness.
Watermelon love. <3 <3
I am certain now that one of the true joys of life is eating fresh fruit. *Really* fresh fruit. Fruit that was bought at a wee produce stand, or hand-picked, or something along those lines wherein they weren't artificially ripened with doses of ethylene.
From what I can tell, one of the profs in the horticulture department works with watermelons. I'm guessing he/she had some extra, as they were being given away to anyone who wants them. So, of course, I got one. This was a *fresh* watermelon. It was still warm, and had dirt on the bottom of it, and everything. I cut into it a little while ago, and uhnnngod. So good. It was still a little warm, and was dripping juice so bad I had to eat it over the sink, and delicously sweet. It was almost sacriledgeous to put it in the fridge where it would loose that wonderful warmness.
Watermelon love. <3 <3
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