Oh, my dear friend, there are few summer disappointments quite like bringing home a huge, beautiful watermelon, cutting it open with excitement, and discovering that the inside is pale, watery, and almost completely flavorless.
You can pick the biggest one in the pile, carry it home like a prize, chill it for hours, and still end up with slices that are more crunchy than sweet. At eighty-seven, having lived on my own in my cozy farmhouse for the past eight years, I have learned that frustration over a disappointing grocery
