So, let's add a set of colorful, watermelon place mats, with the green rind, the tempting red deliciousness, and the black seeds! Perfect for a summer table!
I don't care for watermelon at this stage in my life, but as a child I could eat my share.
The farm where I grew up was mostly up one hill, across a flat field, and up another hill. We only had a few cows which grazed on the hills and the flat fields were fenced and planted in watermelons, cucumbers, strawberries, and sorghum cane.
Having an abundance of fresh melons made them wonderful morning and afternoon snacks for my cousin and me. Since we had no electricity for a refrigerator, a few melons were rolled under the bed to cool. All we had to do was pick the size of melon we wanted. There was no need to ask for a knife to cut the melon; simply pick it up and drop it about 10-12 inches from the ground and when it hit, the rind burst, revealing the delicious red "heart" of the melon, the part without seeds. And there was no need to ask for a spoon; just pick of a chunk with dirty little fingers and enjoy. What was left over went to the chickens and I usually made a run for the outhouse!
Ahh ~ those were the days! Oh to be so carefree and innocent again!