Having just finished writing about tomatoes, I couldn’t find a place to sneak a quick bit about cantaloupes.
Talking to Mom yesterday, she was reminiscing about how much Daddy liked salt on everything. And he didn’t much like sugar because when he was growing up he drowned in sweets from his German mother. That’s why he didn’t let us have sugar on our tomatoes.
Mom says she’s always surprised that I put salt on melon, like Daddy did. She prefers sugar.
When she was growing up her dad would buy three cantaloupes. They’d cut them in half, scoop out the seeds, and fill the halves with cream, sugar, and nutmeg.
I remember doing that, both at home and at Aunt Betty’s, but I’d forgotten until now.