The amount of watermelon my husband and kids consume is not normal. One of those giant watermelons - the ones the size of a Prius - last about an hour at our house. It just does not seem humanly possible...and yet it happens every time we pick one up. My husband and kids love watermelon like Paula Deen used to love butter (you know, before the whole diabetes thing), like Jim Gaffigan loves to make fat or pale jokes about himself, like.... fill in the blank. They like it so much that I'm not even sure these comparisons express the magnitude of their obsession.
As soon as the weather starts to feel a little warm, Josh and Ben start talking about watermelon. And when the time comes for watermelon to start showing up at farmers markets and grocery stores around Charlotte, they stock up. Chowing through up to two or three a week, at a minimum.
Since they've spent so much time tasting watermelon after watermelon after watermelon they have developed a highly sophisticated palate for the stuff. They have searched all over the queen city for the absolute best watermelon around, and I think they've finally found it.
Or him. The Watermelon Whisperer! On Saturdays you can't miss his signature orange and yellow bandana at the Fat Boys produce table.
We don't know how he does it, but somehow he's able to select the absolute best of the best every week. He never fails to deliver.
Are you as obsessed with watermelon as we are? If so, where do you get yours? We're always on the hunt. However, the Watermelon Whisperer has never let us down. :)