the curious watermelon that grew

Homegrown Watermelon Salad with Tomatoes, Pickled Jalapenos + Feta | theclevercarrot.com

I don’t know much about gardening.

I like gardens. I like the idea of gardening. But it all seems so overwhelming I’d rather sign up for a CSA and call it a day. Or go to the farmers market on weekends. Or better yet, wait for my neighbor to drop off some of his never ending harvest on my doorstep (I repay him with sourdough).

But where’s the joy in that?

This summer, my husband gallantly spear headed our gardening adventures and it’s been fun documenting the process.

We bought all kinds of organic seeds to try, and lucky for us everything grew! We planted a variety of tomatoes including cherry tomatoes, yellow tear drops, sweet orange sun golds, summer squash (I broke down and bought a spiralizer), romaine lettuce, eggplant, figs and wait for it…

Watermelon.

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a bohemian tomato salad

A Bohemian Tomato Salad | theclevercarrot.com

My intent was to buy string beans.

Instead, I walked out of the farmstand with chicken, two dozen eggs, some fermented coconut yogurt (totally weird by the way), fresh basil, and the most beautiful bunch of sunflowers perched right next to me as I type. Pretty hues of espresso, golden caramel, and burnt yellow compete for my attention.

I also walked out with the best impulse buy ever: a pint of baby heirloom tomatoes….

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simple arugula salad with nectarines + pine nuts

Simple Arugula Salad with Nectarines + Pine nuts

I remember the exact moment like it was yesterday.

My body was firmly positioned in the middle of a driveway watching my friends play basketball. I was about 10-years old. I was wearing Keds. And I’m pretty sure my long brown hair was securely fastened in a side ponytail complete with a bright neon scrunchie (you’ve got to love the eighties).

While everyone was dribbling around trying to toss the ball into the net, I just stood there.

Eating a peach.

It wasn’t just any old peach. This fuzzy, thin-skinned beauty stopped me dead in my tracks. The flavor was beyond sweet, and bite after bite the golden, syrupy nectar just dripped down my arms!

I remember thinking to myself, “Is this thing for real?”

What I don’t remember however, was why on Earth I was standing in the middle of a high-impact sports game eating fruit.

But the memory of this peachy euphoria would set the bar for every future peach to come, even after two decades later.

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