Fruit Fracas

I really like fruit. What a bold, out-there statement, huh? But the thing is, I don't actually eat all that much of it. Because as much as I may long for the cool, sweet, citrus of summer, I really hate cutting it.

And yes, I'm aware this could be classified as 'lazy'.

I have a decent knife or two, gifts from the nuptials last year. But I have so many bad memories of trying to SAW through melons with my parents' dull blades that I forget it doesn't have to be that bad in my kitchen.

So last week, I bought a cantaloupe, watermelon and strawberries with the full intention of including them in lunches throughout the week. But between the nightly exhaustion and morning-ly rush, it didn't happen. Last night though, enjoying a night home with the pups, I had time to spare. So I selected a sharp knife and prepared for a mess.

Mess, averted. The whole ordeal took me less than five minutes. And in less than another hour, I ate the whole colorful spread.

So see, even if pulling out a knife is too daunting a task, when I put my mind to it, I can do anything. Even eat an entire watermelon (small!), cantaloupe and quart of strawberries in one sitting. That's easier than actually putting the bowl in the fridge, after all.