conversionexperience

yep. this is me. nose-deep in a sweet, succulent, o-so-fragrant little canteloupe from the city market.(i confess that i have forgotten which farm it came from.) the pony-tailed and bearded purveyor of deliciousness smelled their little belly-buttons and smiled knowingly. my years of hating melons would soon be over. as i walked home from the market with the basket on my head the prevailing breeze kept tickling my nose with the delicate perfume of sweet basil and baby melons. it brought to mind the almost pornographic enthusiasm for them shown by a peripheral character in the "toujour provence" books. living here makes me want to write food porn, too. of course, the moment sadie and i got home, we sliced up a juicy pale green orb. the flesh was... melon colored... and delectable. i even tried it with basil. ooooo.
next week: watermelon.