An Almost Pre-Pandemic Day
Our Country


I have a slice of cantaloupe for breakfast every morning.  Although I regret the hefty carbon footprint it leaves, I am grateful for its year-round availability.

Growing up in Pittsburgh, cantaloupe was a common dessert at dinnertime.  My mother would give us each a full half a melon, usually topped by a giant scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Nowadays, I don’t think of Pittsburgh much when I have my melon.  I think of sitting at breakfast one Thanksgiving morning several years ago when our grandson Leo chided me for eating melon with a knife.  He said, “My mother says I should never put a knife in my mouth.”

I still do.


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