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Spring seems to have come to an abrupt end. Now it's hot, humid, and hazy and I'm starting to be miserable. Summer is not my season. When it's cold you can at least bundle up, but when it's hot, there's a finite number of things you can do before resigning yourself to sitting in front of an air conditioner until September.

On the flip side, summer also happens to be watermelon season (with the bad comes the good?). When I was growing up in Louisiana it seemed like every couple of miles we'd drive past a pickup truck parked on the side of road that had a guy selling watermelons off the back. My mom and I used to sit on our front porch with big half-moons in our hands, making a big, sticky mess of things. It's a bit of a toss-up over which is better: watermelon that's been chilled in the fridge, or warm watermelon that's spent the morning basking in the sun on the back of a truck. If I can find some sun-warmed watermelons around here, I'll have to revisit that question with a taste test.