Sunday, July 25, 2010
I don't know about you , but this brought back memories of sitting in my Nanny's kitchen in Little Rock on a summer afternoon. She would spread newspapers on the kitchen table, plop a big box of salt down, and then commence to slicing up wedges of ice cold watermelon for us with her butcher knife. I was allowed to shed my shirt and let the juice slide down my tummy. Summer memories I've not forgotten!