Dessert tonight took me back. A thousand memories of summers past came flooding in. Memories of dinner at Grandma's, dinner with friends in my college apartment over the summer, and the nights I wasn't sure if I wanted to cook, and just took a spoon to half a melon.
Yes, a melon.
Nothing says summer to me like a good, fresh, cantaloupe.
I treated myself to a ginormous fruit cup from the local farmer's market. By the time I thought to take the picture, I'd already eaten the strawberries off the top.
As much as this absolutely made my dinner, HubbaHubbais not a fan of the cantaloupe. This:
totally grosses him out. He thinks it tastes rotten. Literally, rotten. Can you imagine?