Bought a huge watermelon today. I couldn't resist. Even though I need to watch my sugar consumption, I just had to have one more before the season ends, and all they had were big ones. Could have bought a cut one, of course, but a big part of the pleasure of melons is making that first cut, hearing it crack open, smelling the fresh scent rising from the red flesh. (Wow, this is getting downright erotic!) I probably shouldn't have done it- I probably won't be able to finish it before it starts to go bad- but they have been so good this year. Ah, self destructive self indulgence!