... I don't think yours was ripe yet.

the difference being I always gave an unquestioned another chance. Not to be with the yellow, am giving it to the neighbors.

that the really good ones have stripes two fingers between plus having the yellow oval on the bottom showing it ripened sitting on the ground.

But have been up and down about them because of conflicting info whether bad for diabetes or o.k. (lately o.k. - the info, not the readings ) . Not that I'm compliant with diet, especially pastry. Have switched around from complete no-pastry to "experimenting" with cookies, cakes, pies, donuts to delude myself into finding one type that is better than the other ones in the next morning's glucose reading. I thought I had hit the jackpot with FRITTERS, but in recent weeks my readings have been higher than the past high points. Sheesh! I already gave up all beloved ice cream years ago!

... piece of of melon. One would sample the melon and he put the remaining plug back in.

Back in the fifties in Cleveland, my dad and two uncles had a melon eating contest. There was a farmer who would sometime bring a horse and wagon of produce through the near westside community we lived in, and they had scored two bigguns.

During the contest, my dad challenged Uncle Jack, saying the the best way to savor a watermelon was to take the slice and try to get the center and try to take it all in one mouthful. About the third chew and most of it dribbled out and ran down his t-shirt. Caused much merriment from us little kids.

This is the same Uncle Jack who when trying to remove the top of a can of tomato sauce, got frustrated and tried to drive into the bottom of the can with a dinner knife and put a 4' wide circle of tomatoey goodness on the ceiling.

This was a guy who was on the deans list while studing at Case Western Reserve as an engineer.

Got some very funny dad and Jack stories.

About fruit and having 'sugar': all the medical advice I ever got was almost always contradicted by another expert. I guess the only thing that worked for my close to the line sugar was moderation.

were a mixed marriage - his side total country/farm/ranch, hers City. When my country cousins visited they brought a watermelon. So I grew up totally confused, not this or that, like a fish out of water with the country cousins and the City cousins. Compounded by being a Pisces, which has *confusion* as a marker. Visiting a country uncle who feasted us deer, I politely demurred and he would take it as a put-down, saying, "Oh, won't eat home food but at a restaurant without knowing who cooked." (We never ate at restaurants, like twice or thrice in my memory.)

The country side thought we were snobs, the City side thought we were "rustic" not in a good way.

*** ON EDIT: I'm a mess. Wear boots and Stetson (Open Road, LBJ) with office (short sleeve shirt, not "Western" ) clothes.

If it sounds like you're tapping your forehead, it isn't ripe enough.

If it sounds like you're tapping your belly, it is too ripe

If it sounds like you're tapping your chest, it's just right