I was in New York City the other day and bought a cantaloupe from a small grocery store that was the best one I’ve ever eaten in my life.
I’m somewhat of a cantaloupe connoisseur, so that’s saying quite a lot. The melon is one of the staples of my diet, and I’m an expert on picking them, so I know that summer always features the tastiest ones. But 2008 seems to be some sort of vintage year for them, because when I got back home and bought another at my local grocery store, it was pretty close in taste to that superlative NY one.
Ah, cantaloupe, the world’s best food. Lest you think me mad to say so (or perhaps you think me mad for some other reason), let me remind you of how unbelievably good they taste and how astoundingly healthful they are. What a combination.
Think about it. If cantaloupe—not the hard and somewhat tasteless ones of winter, but the luscious ones of summer—was as bad for you as ice cream is supposed to be, you’d crave it just as much. Maybe more. If it were forbidden fruit (pun intended), it would be one of the world’s guiltiest and most difficult-to-resist pleasures.