As a kid, I remember July evenings running barefoot in the yard, catching lightning bugs in mason jars, and eating watermelon on the back porch. Every bite of melon also meant a mouthful of black seeds. You just couldn't avoid 'em.
So my cousins and I held watermelon seed spitting contests. Who could spit their seeds the farthest? Now I wonder if that simple summer tradition may soon be a thing of the past. I blame it on the seedless watermelon.
It appears I'm not the only one lamenting the absence of seeds. And is it just me, or do those seedless watermelons seem less sweet? What do you think?