My daughter just got home and told me about the door prize she won at the mother-daughter luncheon. It was “pickled watermelon.” can you believe it. Never heard of such.
Now I’ve eaten red meat, yellow meat and chilled watermelon but never pickled. Then she brings me the bottle.
Come to find out, you don’t eat it, you bathe in it. Now that’s what every man wants his girl to smell like, pickled watermelon! Can you imagine? The candles are glowing, romantic music fills the room and you’re feeling quite amorous when she sways up to you and the smell of pickled watermelon permeates the air.
Until next time,