Last month, I picked up a melon at the Farmers’ Market and served it as a simple dessert. Everyone agreed it was amazing–sweet, juicy and richly flavored. I went back the next week and she had none. And so it went for a couple weeks. But then Tuesday, there they were at the table one off the corner of Kalmia and Grand on the north side. They’re oval rather than round so not quite sure what the variety, but they’re ripe and that seems to be the key. This one is not for company, I’m cutting off a couple wedges a day, squeezing on a little lime to counter the sweetness and hoping they’ll be more next week–I might have to buy two.