I'm a canteloupe girl like certain people are Manchester United fans. I love it, despite the fact that I'm allergic to it. If I eat melon (of any kind, or bananas) without eating something immediately after to remove the juices from my mouth, I get a tingly, swollen, precursor-to-throat-closing feeling. It makes fruit salad rather an adventure, I'd say.
Seriously, though, it's just a food sensitivity. As long as I take a bite or two of something else after the melon, I'm fine.
The melons here are smaller and stronger than ours. The flesh is softer and pleasantly chewy. And the smell is just amazing. A melon here is the pinnacle of fruit's existence. The fruit equivalent of Shakespeare, Michael Jordan and Pitbull.
Gee, I hope I'm the first blogger to put those three men together.
Putting aside my literary ambitions for the moment, do make a point to get to Europe to try one of these beauties someday. For me.
Bon appetit!
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