My grandma Bunny (her real name was Edith, but she disliked it so intensely that she renamed herself Bunny at summer camp when she was nine-years-old and never looked back) loved melon. The smell of ripening cantaloupe or casaba melon is one of the scents I associate with her Southern California ranch house (that and the aroma of the Am-way products in the garage).
She died before my interest in food and cooking really blossomed, and so we never really got a chance to sit around and talk food tips, experiences and advice. However, her love of melon coupled with her sense of humor makes me think that she would have really enjoyed John T. Edge's recent post on the Gourmet's Choptalk blog entitled My Wife Abuses Our Melons. Since she's not around to get a chuckle out of his story about how his wife leaves the cantaloupes in the trunk to ripen via concussion, I thought I'd share it with you all. I hope you enjoy.
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8-23-2007 @ 1:04PM
MJ said...
This is one of my favorite fruits year round, and the smell is heaven
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8-24-2007 @ 8:37AM
mellisnj said...
As a teenager I worked for several years on a cantaloupe packing shed. The smell of overripe melons remains with me today as one of the grossest experiences of my life.
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