Pepper

Pepper.  My grandpa Joe used to put pepper on his watermelon   I couldn't quite fathom why anyone would want to do such a thing.  Watermelon was never my favorite in the first place, but pepper?  When my brothers and I would spend the day at Gram and Gramps house the sandwiches would be generously globbed with miro or mayo, The apples had huge craters from cutting out the bruises, and the chips would disappear off your plate if you "saved the best of last."  Cousins.  A necessary evil.  From barbies with missing heads, to getting tickled until your pants were wet.  However, there was ice cream and soda in glass bottles.  All soda was called pop or coke and Grandpa said frogs hid under his chair, but we all new what that meant.  Run.

My taste for pepper has evolved since then.  I still haven't tried it on watermelon, but I love it in ketchup.  Seriously, the only way to eat a good fri is with peppery ketchup.   I learned that trick from a friend and never went back.