Wednesday

When I was a kid, I remember my mom
giving us cantaloupe in the summer,
especially at Lake Lemon.
She would buy small ones, cut them in half,
scoop out the seeds, and . . .
put in a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Cool.
   
Once we were adults, she would still
make cantaloupe for parties or gatherings.
She would cut it like this . . .

We would spear a wedge and eat all around it
until we just had a bite left on the fork
and then we ate that bite.
  
I cut cantaloupe in wedges for my family
and we all eat it this way.
  
(I forgot all about the ice cream in the middle
until I was typing this blog post.)
  
I now realize that my mom fixing cantaloupe
for all of us was even more of a blessing
because she didn't like it and never ate any.