While I was at the commissary last week, there was a little old lady in the produce section. She told me I'd be sorry if I didn't get a melon. "They're that sweet!" I haven't had watermelon since I was at Ms. Terri's for lunch earlier this summer, and that was the only watermelon I've had in years. I couldn't resist. It's been sitting in our fridge for several days, and I kept asking B if he wanted some. B kept saying he wasn't in the mood, and apparently watermelon is a mood food for him. I didn't want it to get over ripe and waste, so I sliced it up the other day.
The popsicle forms were 2 for $3 at the dollar general, and I'm hoping they'll see a good bit of use. If nothing else, when fruit starts to get a little past ripe, I can make a popsicle or two to help with our sweet teeth. Ice cream and sodas have got to stop.