When I think of watermelon, I think of Pollyanna at the Town’s Bazaar. In the 1960 Disney film she eats the largest slice of watermelon (and cake for that matter) that I have ever seen. For only a penny a slice you could have the sort of watermelon that dreams are made of.
The perfect watermelon is a precious summer treasure. It hits a hot parched mouth in a way that f...