It’s proving to be a good season for New Zealand watermelon. We’ve enjoyed a few already, but you have to choose your moment and means of conveying it from the shop to home. I saw a woman drop one the other week. Car seemed the best option, but the traffic was busy. I chose to walk, taking a string bag, and lugged the watermelon home bumping against my bum – so it was well cushioned.
At home, I lowered the melon cautiously onto the scales thinking it would exceed the weighing capacity, but it came in at just over 4 kilograms.
Inside it is deep pink and very tasty and juicy (excuse my rubbish attempt at cutting. Perhaps I should have dropped it instead).
It’s practically seedless, and the pink flesh goes almost to the rind, so there’s little waste. This is a refreshing treat on a warm, sunny afternoon.
Anne-O-tations 