It’s not that I haven’t tried–my whole life–I just am naturally repelled by it. The smell, the taste, the texture…gets me right in the gag reflex. Every. Single. Time. In fact, this holds true for all melons…except for watermelons. Weird, I know. I know that “experts” say that your taste buds change every 7 years or so (or maybe that’s swallowed gum…whatever) and I have experienced that with bleu cheese, but not with cantaloupe. In fact, I think God created me and just said “Nah….you’ll never like it. You’re lifelong battle will be with cantaloupe.” And it is. I TRY…believe me. My whole family loves nothing more than a nice cold, cut up cantaloupe on a scorching Texas afternoon (or a cold beer) and every summer I think “This is it! My life is about to change!” and I end up over the trash can.
Schrute Fact #1: Libby and Cantaloupe don’t mix. But rather admire each other from upwind.