the epitome of summer
You know that scene in Ratatouille when the restaurant critic bites into the ratatouille and has the vivid flashback? Yesterday, I had some watermelon with friends, and the first bite instantly took me to summers past. I had a fleeting vision of shopping for watermelons with my dad and watching him rap each one with his knuckles to check if it was ripe... of my sister and I waiting at the kitchen table, while my dad hacked away at the melon with a scary cleaver (that noise still frightens me to this day).... of my grandmother insisting that she needed to put sprinkle salt on her watermelon and my mom trying not to look disgusted... of biting into that first cold, sweet slice and feeling the instant relief from the stifling August heat. Fleeting memories, but wonderful.