Saturday, May 5, 2018

May 5: Watermelon Pickle

I made watermelon pickles because of the poem. Put them up in a single jar alongside jams and cucumber pickles. When I opened them a few months later, tried one, I realized the poet had never actually tried a watermelon pickle. There was nothing summer about them. They were clove and cinnamon, dark brown: Christmas.


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From the poem:

But in a jar put up by Felicity,
The summer which maybe never was
Has been captured and preserved.
And when we unscrew the lid
And slice off a piece
And let it linger on our tongue:
Unicorns become possible again.

4 comments:

  1. It's interesting that hardly anyone would eat raw watermelon rind, but it's a different story when it's pickled.

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  2. I like your observation about the poet. I am not sure I I have ever eaten a pickled watermelon rind.

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