Good Humor, because you can take it so many ways...
In laws are coming into town for a big family weekend. Going to break out the melon baller for the first time since we were married. Wish me luck.
And specialized kitchen-utensil talk is always funny to those of us solos in non-civilized settings where nobody is around to cut our fruit into bite-sized pieces (nttawwt) and alone, we don't much care about presentation... (ie./I eat mostly standing up and don't always plate that thing..)
But on a straight note: the best melons come from the back of the farmer's trucks at the roadside stands where they've been sitting in the hot sun for hours... Just sayin'. and hth.
Course, you might have to drive over to Wisconsin for the fresh melons off the back off the trucks. Still, ... good luck with the in-laws! (They don't love you for the size, or perfection/imperfection of your melon balls, I bet, but it is good and speaks highly of you that you still want to impress...)(Really though, what do I know? Maybe the MIL is a champion melon baller herself... nevermind; you got this! I hear the husband serves strong cocktails, so it's not likely anybody's gonna remember the size or cut of the melon balls tomorrow anyway..)
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