I am a watermelon snob.
I can't help it, it's just the way I was raised. Having grown up on watermelons harvested in rich clay soil of southern Missouri and northern Arkansas, few melons can compare to the ones that come from these regions. The subtle sweetness, the way the dewy flesh melts in your mouth, and even the seeds are among my favorite summertime memories.
And may I add that I only like watermelon in the summertime. I don't mind eating berries year-round, but watermelon never tastes good in the dead of winter or at an autumnal table.
And why is it that in New York only seedless versions of watermelons are sold in most stores? I wonder if other watermelon snobs would agree with me that seedless watermelons just don't taste as good. I'll take the seeds and spit them out. Isn't that half the fun, anyway?
Surprisingly, I found this watermelon a couple of years ago in Croatia at a roadside stand just outside the capital city of Zagreb. It was full of seeds and was just as sweet as the ones I remember my Uncle Tab growing on the farm outside of Mulberry, Arkansas. The Croatian varieties were so good that ate one every day while I was there. Seriously!
Always Frugal, Always Fabulous,
The Elegant Thrifter