When I got home, I cut the fruit in half and paused. I think I knew it had seeds but I don't know that I expected to be scooping them out like a squash. Have I really never cut a cantaloupe before? As I cut the fruit into chunks to put in a plastic tub, it really was a foreign experience to me.
My husband's high school job was in the produce section so I often (but not always) deferred to him when it came to cutting up produce so then I wondered whether we ever buy cantaloupe. I couldn't remember the last time. I know my husband doesn't like honeydew very much but I thought he ate cantaloupe, maybe?
So then I started wondering, do I like cantaloupe? What motivated me to buy this fruit? I don't know. Maybe just because I can. Or wanted to do something different than we usually do.
Anyway, I do like cantaloupe but I didn't do a very good job picking a good one. Oh well, it's fruit to eat this week.
I wonder what other strange experiences I will have as I forge a life completely of my own.
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