Cantaloupe

[One-eyed Jack]

In winter we wander this mortal globe, sad in the season of frost, despondent while falls the cold rains and, yea, even the snows. Impatiently we tread the mud, see the first weeds between the pavements budding; and lo! in the market the tomatoes are as pink stones, hard and unsucculent; the avocados are few and have no softness; and the asparagus -- flown from Sardinia or perhaps New Guinea -- costs fifty shekels an ephah.

Yet we buy, and we eat, and it is an abomination.

And so in our woe we pass, wailing, through the seasons of ice and mud. Sorrow throws his clammy arm across our slumping shoulders, and close upon our ear he whispers: "Thou canst not even remember what a ripe cantaloupe tastes like, canst thou?" And Sorrow laughs -- sniggers, really -- and walks off chuckling.

Then cometh Summer. And an angel of the Lord enters our kitchen and, accompanied by trumpet and sackbutt, admonishes us: Get thee to the farmer's market, O son of man!

The globes of the cantaloupe piled upon the boards, netted rinds yellow in the dusty shadow. The scent of the cantaloupe in the market, sweeter than the hyacinth, the rose, the lilac! Upon the cutting-board the globe lays now halved, its translucent orange manna yielding yet firm, and very slightly granular -- you know how those perfectly ripe ones are. The first bite is benediction, blessing, and salivation entire.

Hallelujah! For who can disbelieve in the Lord, who can doubt the greatness of God, when he tastes the summer cantaloupe?

The sophistries of Thomas Aquinas retreat to the shadows; and as for the professions of Paul, the revelations of John, the picketings of Phelps -- none can compare to the Benediction of the Summer Cantaloupe.

Fall upon your tables, O my blessed brethren! And praise the Lord!

(Except you in the Southern Hemisphere. You'll have to wait.)

~~ OEJ

[SayvedByTheLord]

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Praise OEJ! I am running out to accost my local melon vendor now

YIC

[SUV]

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I'm still mad because the hydroponics never tasted like tomatoes either. Christ!

[Justina Thyme]

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In winter we wander this mortal globe, sad in the season of frost, despondent while falls the cold rains and, yea, even the snows. Impatiently we tread the mud, see the first weeds between the pavements budding; and lo! in the market the tomatoes are as pink stones, hard and unsucculent; the avocados are few and have no softness; and the asparagus -- flown from Sardinia or perhaps New Guinea -- costs fifty shekels an ephah.

Yet we buy, and we eat, and it is an abomination.

And so in our woe we pass, wailing, through the seasons of ice and mud. Sorrow throws his clammy arm across our slumping shoulders, and close upon our ear he whispers: "Thou canst not even remember what a ripe cantaloupe tastes like, canst thou?" And Sorrow laughs -- sniggers, really -- and walks off chuckling.

Then cometh Summer. And an angel of the Lord enters our kitchen and, accompanied by trumpet and sackbutt, admonishes us: Get thee to the farmer's market, O son of man!

The globes of the cantaloupe piled upon the boards, netted rinds yellow in the dusty shadow. The scent of the cantaloupe in the market, sweeter than the hyacinth, the rose, the lilac! Upon the cutting-board the globe lays now halved, its translucent orange manna yielding yet firm, and very slightly granular -- you know how those perfectly ripe ones are. The first bite is benediction, blessing, and salivation entire.

Hallelujah! For who can disbelieve in the Lord, who can doubt the greatness of God, when he tastes the summer cantaloupe?

The sophistries of Thomas Aquinas retreat to the shadows; and as for the professions of Paul, the revelations of John, the picketings of Phelps -- none can compare to the Benediction of the Summer Cantaloupe.

Fall upon your tables, O my blessed brethren! And praise the Lord!

(Except you in the Southern Hemisphere. You'll have to wait.)

~~ OEJ

It's uncanny--I was talking to a friend yesterday about cantaloupes and this was our conversation almost word for word. How's that for a coincidence??

[Nobar King]

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Cantaloupes are among my favorite fruits. Your praise is befitting, brother OEJ.

[Ahimaaz Smith]

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And so in our woe we pass, wailing, through the seasons of ice and mud. Sorrow throws his clammy arm across our slumping shoulders, and close upon our ear he whispers: "Thou canst not even remember what a ripe cantaloupe tastes like, canst thou?" And Sorrow laughs -- sniggers, really -- and walks off chuckling.

Then cometh Summer. And an angel of the Lord enters our kitchen and, accompanied by trumpet and sackbutt, admonishes us: Get thee to the farmer's market, O son of man!

I know exactly how you feel. I believe this is all part of God's plan, to ensure that we remain humble by remembering the travails of the Israelites as they wandered in the desert:

We remember the fish, which we did eat in Egypt freely; the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlick: But now our soul is dried away: there is nothing at all, beside this manna, before our eyes. Numbers 11:4-5

[JawOfAnAss]

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Nothing's better than little slices of healthy cantaloupe sprinkled on Godly Cereal........




Landover Grocery sells the most Godly food on the planet......I believe it's really manna in a box

I can really thump a Wicker after one bowl of this.

Deut 8
[16] Who fed thee in the wilderness with manna, which thy fathers knew not, that he might humble thee, and that he might prove thee, to do thee good at thy latter end;