I love watermelon so much I don’t know what to do with myself. After some soul searching, I decided to write a song. Any similarities to Kermit the Frog’s Rainbow Connection are entirely coincidental.

Why aren’t there more songs, all about watermelons.
Don’t you see what’s insiiiiiiiiide
Redness and sweetness, and juicy deliciousness
And watermelons have nothing to hiiiiiide

Someday you’ll join me, the watermelon worshipers
The children, the puppies, and meeee
All of us under its spell
you know that it’s probably seeeeeeedless

Also, when you eat a whole watermelon, you can use the remaining shell as a bowl, a boat, or a hat. Just a friendly tip from Soupergirl!

A few weeks ago I claimed that our “cream” of asparagus soup was better than the one served at Le Upscale Restaurant De Francois Fancy-frois. Well, the chef down there, Fredrico Saltino de Moustachio got pretty upset and challenged us to an old fashioned soup-off. This time – cream (or “cream”) of broccoli soup. He made the traditional version, and we made ours using our secret weapon – cashew cream. We blindfolded him and gave him both soups. He tasted both and shouted, “AHA! You see, mes amies?? Le soup I have prepared – it is so very rich and full of le flavor. So le creamy! So le lovely. Also, you can eat it avec le heat or without. You and your silly le cashew cream are nothing!” Well, Fredrico unwittingly had chosen OUR soup as the better soup. Whoops! When informed of his mistake, he shouted, “MON DIEU,” tore off his chef jacket, ran out the door and hasn’t been seen or heard from since. Rumor is out that he moved to Fiji where he teaches yoga, tends to his herb garden, and goes by the name Brother Cashew Cream. Overreact much, Fredrico?