Does anyone start the meal with grapefruit any longer? My Mom was always serving grapefruit, three meals a day! As a kid I loved the serrated edge of the grapefruit knife. Are there serrated watermelon knives? Well, there oughta be.
He says, "Cut it in half." WHAMO! It's magic! It's already cut in half.
That reminded me one time I took a spiral ham out of the oven when a guest was sitting there in another room watching.
I go, "Would you like a slice?" He goes, "Sure." I disconnected a few spiral off the bone and flicked them on a plate. He thought I deftly sliced the whole slice not knowing it's already sliced in one continuous spiral. He jumped up from the sofa and rushes forward going, "What? How did you do that?!"
Growing up in Alabama, I never associated water melons with blacks. I associated them with summer picnics. I always wondered why Dixie Boy firecrackers had a black boy eating water melon on the label.
I just cut open a watermelon; a small one, a parishioner brought me. Really small, with a dark green outside.
I should know better than to eat watermelon this late. But I wanted some...
And it was delicious! The flesh was very red, and very wet, and very sweet!
When I cut it in half, I cut it in half again and sliced out the flesh. Nowhere near as elegantly as this fellow, just slash, slash, dig, dig. Then I put the other half in a ziplock bag; then I thought, what do I do with the remaining quarter? I couldn't fit it in the bag with the half. I didn't want to give it its own bag.
So I slashed out the flesh and put it in my bowl. It's all mostly water, right?
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That is slick!! He makes it look easy. I think he's done it more than once.
Subtlety, thy name is Chip Ahoy.
Sure, but good luck finding a cat big enough to wear the helmet.
Nice.
It's just a big grapefruit!
Does anyone start the meal with grapefruit any longer? My Mom was always serving grapefruit, three meals a day! As a kid I loved the serrated edge of the grapefruit knife. Are there serrated watermelon knives? Well, there oughta be.
Serrated but equal!
He says, "Cut it in half." WHAMO! It's magic! It's already cut in half.
That reminded me one time I took a spiral ham out of the oven when a guest was sitting there in another room watching.
I go, "Would you like a slice?" He goes, "Sure." I disconnected a few spiral off the bone and flicked them on a plate. He thought I deftly sliced the whole slice not knowing it's already sliced in one continuous spiral. He jumped up from the sofa and rushes forward going, "What? How did you do that?!"
"I'm ace. That's how."
Obama is dropping salads to the Yazidis.
Michelle had a hand in it.
Efficient!
Crack bait? Let's leave that to Althouse please.
A lot of blacks supposedly pass on watermelon due to negative stereotypes. Which is too bad, because watermelon is both delicious and good for you.
Italians generally do not have a problem with pasta (other than maybe the gluten) and Irish certainly have no problems with whiskey and potatoes.
Growing up in Alabama, I never associated water melons with blacks. I associated them with summer picnics. I always wondered why Dixie Boy firecrackers had a black boy eating water melon on the label.
I just cut open a watermelon; a small one, a parishioner brought me. Really small, with a dark green outside.
I should know better than to eat watermelon this late. But I wanted some...
And it was delicious! The flesh was very red, and very wet, and very sweet!
When I cut it in half, I cut it in half again and sliced out the flesh. Nowhere near as elegantly as this fellow, just slash, slash, dig, dig. Then I put the other half in a ziplock bag; then I thought, what do I do with the remaining quarter? I couldn't fit it in the bag with the half. I didn't want to give it its own bag.
So I slashed out the flesh and put it in my bowl. It's all mostly water, right?
And I ate it all. Delicious.
I'll be sorry later.
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