Thursday, May 19, 2011


As I walk into the garden the large melon had taken a prominent position amongst the leaves and vines. One could not miss the fruit, as it had grown to nearly epic proportions, at least in our garden it seemed epic. Compared to the tiny tomatoes, cucumbers and eggplants, this one large watermelon seemed gigantic.
My siblings could not wait to cut into the red, ripe flesh and sink their teeth into it. I, on the other hand, had no such desire.
Watermelon disgusts me.
Seriously, I am not kidding.
I despise watermelon in any or all forms.
The flavor would gag me if I were to unknowingly consume a lollipop or bubble gum sweetened by it. A Popsicle would be tossed into the garbage if the flavor was that of my most hated fruit. Fruit salad would be ceremoniously picked through with a fork or fingers if necessary, segregating the moist pink melon from its' more delicious counterparts.
"It just isn't right", my husband moans. "I just don't know how you can't like watermelon. I think it's unAmerican."
Consider me a traitor then because my taste buds have made it clear, watermelon is the enemy.
Watching someone devour a slice in the summer as liquid runs down their chin makes me roll my eyes in disgust. Cantaloupe or honeydew does not give me the ill feelings. I haven't met a berry I don't like. I even tolerate grapefruit in small portions, but watermelon, no can do.
As a little girl, I was taught not to spit.
"It's not lady like to spit", I remember my mom saying.
Having been scolded for spitting saliva or water at my sister I knew the rule, but with watermelon it was different.
Spitting is a requirement.
"Spit the seeds onto the edge of your plate", my mom would say.
"See how far you can spit them in the air" my sister would laugh as my parents would encourage.
This was one I could not get behind, and outright refused to comply until recently.
I push my two girls in the shopping cart as we navigate through the fruit section of the grocery store.
"What's this, mommy?" my three year old asks, gesturing her body towards the fruit.
"It's watermelon" I say.
"It's filled with seeds and mommy doesn't like it all". wrinkling my nose to mimic my disgust.
"Daddy likes watermelon" she pines, "and so do I. Can we get some mama?"
I give in and dump the fruit into the cart.
The fruit that I despise in all forms but will carve for my three favorite people to consume.
"Tell daddy that mommy likes pineapple, fresh pineapple the next time you come here with him" I tell her, knowing full well he does not like them and will enjoy carving that beast for me!

Mama’s Losin’ It This post was prepared in response to Mama Kat's prompt "Describe a food you abhor".


  1. So funny. In a way I can relate because, while I like the taste, I hate the seeds.

  2. Well done. Watermelon is indeed the vilest of fruits. It's gritty. And artificial watermelon flavoring is accurate only in that it is gag-reflex nasty.

  3. I love watermelon. In fact, when I was pregnant, I ate an entire watermelon by myself.
    No wonder I gained 50 pounds!
    Stopping by from mama's . . .

  4. I Love watermelon and like Annie's comment above I craved them during one of my pregnancies...Yum! Thankyou for stopping by my blog x

  5. I love watermelon - but I can definitely see your points! Great post - lol

  6. get a grip..its okay..its just have to be in the right frame of mind...honest...just visiting from Mama Kat!

  7. I used to feel the same way ... I thought it tasted moldy. But, now .... palates change, I guess!

    Visiting from Mama Kat's :)

  8. I love watermelon, but can't stand the seeds and on more than one occasion, I've avoided it because of them (even in the seedless variety...they're still there, just more like husks of seeds).

    Thanks for your comment & am glad I stopped by to read your watermelon tales, distate and all! :>

  9. I feel the same! I hate watermelon. But the boy loves it, so I buy it. Yuck!

  10. Haha, I can take or leave watermelon, but its one of the few fruits that ALL my kids will eat by the bucketload.
    Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge, especially when chilled.
    You have described it very well.
    PS thanks for visiintg my Disgussting Brussels Sprouts post :)


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