Did we ever water those melons!

A story in the Washington Post food section today – Tap Into the Secrets of Picking the Best Melons – included a watermelon pizza. It seems to me if you can put watermelon on a pizza and make the paper, watermelon in a sandwich might be good, or better even. Iceberg lettuce is good and it serves a similar purpose – wet, mild and crunchy. The brie on the pizza was too mild though cause watermelon needs salt and tang to counter its soft sweetness. The basil was good and the parmesan too. Parmesan is sharp and salty. Let’s rework this pizza and turn it into a late summer sandwich. Just for fun.

Start with firm white bread – like a dense Italian. Plain. Sliced pretty thin. Butter it. Shave off some watermelon and lay it on top of the butter. Salt it. Sprinkle with crumbled feta. Now the basil. Tear it. I say add some mint. Mint and basil are good mates, and in this case they bridge the gap between sweet and savory. Grind pepper on top. Parm, shaved too. Or not. Up to you. Press on the top. Slice sandwich and eat asap. You know, I’ll bet red onion sliced so thin it’s see-through would be good between the butter and the herbs.

Okay, it might be weird and not good, but I’m going to try it. We have an excess of watermelons since we grew a crop this year and that one shaving ought to really lighten our load. Never knew you could get so many watermelons out of five measly seeds.

Anyway, the pizza was weird and not good, but the picture is pretty, although it sure looks blown out on the Post website. Hey, and what’s with skipping my credit!??! There is no pay involved when your work goes to the web. Dang, how bout a credit?

Speaking of watermelons and picking the best of em….
How do you know when they are ripe, dagnabit? I know about thumping, but I don’t buy it. We have some beauties growing out back, plus a monster we picked to enter in the county fair. The entry was deemed Grand Champion – yowza! Home again now, we are afraid to cut it open. Made the mistake of cracking a smaller one earlier in the season only to find anemic flesh inside. Had to pitch it. What a shame. Dropped the second. Whoops. Cracked. Pale inside. Deep-sixed it, deep, so as not to get caught by the authorities.

Okay, got to stop posting pictures of my kid. Summer is over and now we are going to buckle down.