...that was like the 3rd or 4th last one of the year, that I got at the farmer's market from the one (nice) (multi-generational) (Mexican-American) family with the stand positioned over towards where the farm-stands bleed into the craft-stands that form the majority of the market:
It sat on my counter for like three days, and just when I was getting ready to transfer it into the fridge, I notice that the small section that's a little rough with dirt that got pressed into the rind as it grew has like some dew forming on it, so I wipe that off, and then the next time that I look at it a bit later that same day, it's there again, and there's also just the tiniest bit of water trickling down from that patch onto the dinner-plate beneath it, so I decide to see what's up and eat some right away if I can, and as soon as I sink the knife in towards the top of the watermelon, there's this giant hissing sound like internal gas escaping, and bubbles start rapidly forming and popping at the slit that I just made, like whatever was happening in there had been forcing out the juices through the compromised rind, and now it could finally escape.
. . .
(I threw it out, of course, and I felt bad not only for the food-waste, but also for the $7-8 that I spent on the melon, though the next week they were trying to get rid of end-of-year melons and I got two for $3 each, so I feel like it all evened out in the end.)
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