A crafty, nommy, occassionally geeky blog-thing.


You have no idea big a watermelon can be.

Sure, you may gaze upon the over-grown football at the grocery store, thinking “Yum… that’s a whole lotta ‘melon.”

And you may grunt and stagger under its weight on your way to the car.

But really, no idea just big that mother really is.

Not until you start peeling and cubing every last inch of rind, outside in the 30+ noon-day sun, with visions of tasty pickles dancing in your head.

I don’t even know if I like watermelon rind pickles.