If I Were A Cantaloupe
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FYI
The cantaloupe is sometimes referred to as 'muskmelon', a most august entity, indeed.
cantaloupe |ˈkantlˌōp| (also cantaloupe melon)
noun
a small, round melon of a variety with orange flesh and ribbed skin
ORIGIN, late 18th cent.: from French cantaloup, from CantaluppinearRome, where it was first grown in Europe after being introduced from Armenia.
Well now, let’s examine the inference in that phrase, "If I were a cantaloupe" . . .
It’s a present conditional situation, allowing that whatever I’ve been before or might become later on, or a possible manifestation of what my being is or could be as a cantaloupe. I don’t like to brag, but there are a few things I could tell you about that. I’ll spare you both the ancient history and the grammar lesson.
But let’s not deviate from the present primary premise pirouetting profusely in my cantaloupe brain. I have to mention - well - maybe not that imperative - but I feel the strong need and desire to mention that what’s bothersome in this assigned title (though also willingly chosen) is that it seems to rule out several quite valid possibilities, such as that I may have already been and still may be (oh! here I go again - sorry ‘bout that!) - but picture me being a lovely succulent melon grown in the tropical region of the Texas “Rio Grande Valley” - -
where everyone must know the best and sweetest cantaloupes ARE grown.
Now try to visualize that now I may have, could have, what-fun-it-would-be if I actually had metamorphosed into a silver haired, silver tongued poetess, so that no one is any the wiser about my origins. Never thought of that, did you?
Good.
Otherwise, you’d have stolen my hub story and probably would have written it up better. I must grab the cantaloupe by the - er - ball - and run with it now, if I’m ever to get into cantaloupe elite-ville.
OR - and don’t rule this out: I might even now BE a cantaloupe in disguise as such a silver-haired, silver-tongued person having been through a process of undergoing an extreme DNA upgrade which - in the future - -
yes, will render me not only said succulent melon, easily taken for a Rio Grande Valley cantaloupe, but such a super-cantaloupe as the world has never beheld or even imagined. Is your credulity stretched sufficiently now to ponder the possibilities, fine Hubber or fair Hubberess?
In any of these cases, however, my cantaloupeness is/would be (if it were/ had been/ will be to become), so much more sophisticated, complicated and amazing than just your typical, run of the mill, everyday cantaloupe, you see, - not to mention straining the average non-Cantaloupian Hubber's credulity and/or comprehensiveness beyond containment. In fact, my own rind may burst with the thought of it momentarily! Read on. . . .
You need to understand that my seeds are/would be extraordinary. From one measly little slimy seed from the bowels of my round little body, entire barrels of clone-seeds would quickly form, emerge and germinate.
These would be fully capable of being self-sown across the land, being more than enough to cover the whole of South Texas, Mexico and the entire Isthmus down there, and more. No obstacle, natural or man-made would impede this progress.
Cantaglobe
There would soon be lovely vines bearing multitudes of these delicious, round, plump, healthy, moisturizing, beta-carotene-bearing fruits whose insides are so sweet to the palate and immensely habit-forming that the entire dangerous drug industry in all those countries would be put out of business while their former customers craved and sought more cantaloupes! Fortunately for all concerned, the supply would be limitless.
Cantahead
Cantaladdicts would become so sublimely healthy that doctors, pharmacists (and all their rigamarole, including those vile TV ads prompting unsuspecting folks to beg for their risky wares, serious side-effects, notwithstanding) would soon be closing their doors, shut down, out-of-business, kapoot. Hospitals would be open only for new births and old-age cases of the unfortunates who didn’t get a chance to be in on the Cantaloupe Bounty in time. Those who do have access will survive indefinitely. People will be wiser, healthier, stronger, live longer, be funny, sexy, never be be bored, take themselves less seriously and give each other benefit of the doubt.
A diplomatic contingent of these Cantalaheroes will seek out someone named Stan Fletcher in order to confer the highest honors and Nobel Peace Prize upon him. He will be elated to write the world’s most original and popular Ode to a Frog yet ever written. Even the Frog itself will become a prime mover in the Cantaloupe Culture.
The Cantaloupe Bounty Society will convene to elect national and international leaders who will abolish all the bad stuff, including child labor, childbirth labor, air pollution, diseases and other ugly stuff that has been either bad luck or bad neighbors generated. No blame, no shame, simply vast improvement - even into and including North Korea. All will simply turn into Cantalophiles.
The permanent Cantaloupe Counsel will meet as often as needed to review and revise the practical measures, although their major emphasis will be on directing the good stuff, since the bad stuff will quickly become obsolete to the degree that no one will any longer recognize anything about any of it, - any, none.
Yegads! I think I’m about to sprout!
Ah. That felt good!! It’s been a load on my chest these many years. Happy Birthdays to me!
Hey - er - please - be gentle with that knife, will you?
Disclaimer . . .
This hub is my silly entry in Stan Fletcher’s latest hub-writing contest, Another Fantabulous Contest, (or words to that effect - go check it out for yoursel!) Vote it up - maybe I’ll win! (wink, wink - sure - maybe the Cowboys will be last minute substitutes for the Packers in the Superbowl, too!)
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If I were a cantaloupe I would have severe indigestion!
I'm glad you are not a cantaloupe, because if you were, you would probably be eaten before you get to read this.
I don't really want to be a cantaloupe but you seem to have it all figured it out.
I will always look at cantaloupes differently now - who knows where the silver haired, silver tongued poetess may be hiding! :)
I got it! Nellieanna, the RSS is trying to parse the line with the odd characters in it - "cantaloupe |?kantl??p| (also cantaloupe melon)cantaloupe |?kantl??p| (also cantaloupe melon)"
which is the first line of your hub (that the RSS sees) it's ok as is and I would just leave it that way. Computers sometimes read odd characters as something different.
This is a cool hub, I'm going to read it now.
Oh, I love your new avatar photo! It's Fantabulous! You sure look great for a cantaloupe.
This hub made me wish I had a sweet Pecos melon right now! I have to wait for Spring, I think. Yum, Yum.
Now I have a craving for cantaloupe! Was chuckling at the suggestion to be "gentle with the knife".
Voted up of course! :)
Wow, that was a bit of a cantaloupe explotion lol.
Fantastically funny and frivolous, full of metaphorical import...Bravo, and voted way up...
I like my cantaloupe sliced thin and wrapped in prosciutto, yummers !! Thank you for this exquisite mind trip...Larry
Nellieanna,
Ahh.. Cantaloupes, such sweet and savory sepals they are, made all the sweeter by this hub. I thoroughly enjoyed your work. Good luck with the contest. I'll vote you up daily. You've undoubtedly set some sort of precedent in fruit literature.
GREAT READ!
Santi Lio
Hi Nell! The RSS feed will pick up any hub with the tag "seattlestan" in the tag area. It will do this automatically as they become available. No redo required. Just add the tag to your hubs.
You have to do both things to make it work. Add the tag and add the rss capsule.
I wish I had gone to U.T.A. Instead, I went to Sam Houston State (which used to be a teacher's college). I followed my hero, Dan Rather.
Ah, sweet cantaloupe, at last I've found you. I am strong and sturdy and unattached at the moment. Will you marry me? Signed, Lonesome Watermelon :)
Nellie - you've knocked this one out of the park. About halfway through, I had never wanted a cantaloupe so badly in all my life, and by the end I was ravenous. And to think world peace could be achieved as a bonus! You've outdone yourself here! Rated up and hit all the buttons!
In my language we call it a “spanspek” – meaning literally: “Spanish bacon”. Do you know that South Africa's spanspek is vastly superior to any equivalent elsewhere? So guess who is going to have cantaloupe for breakfast tomorrow. Well done with this contribution to Stan’s challenge, Nellieanna. This is a great tribute to the cantaloupe - I enjoyed the read. Take care!
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Can I have a bite? :-)
Hex-leafed sultry orange blossom
Draw fair nose to parted petals
Yield luscious melons full bossom
Palmed ripely; licked; savored balls;
Scooped fleshy orbs consumed; mellowed
Fresh fluid fills fired thirsty palate;
Juicy fruit bitten chewed swallowed
Dripping; mouthfuls sucked fruit salad.
sligobay
You are so sensuous and flirtatious as you approach the anniversary of your birth. Cantalorgy is a fine word to coin; especially for a cantaloupe bulging with juices. LOL
This was hilarious, Nellieanna. I loved the fun you had with grammar! I also liked your last comment: "A privilege of maturity is to enjoy being ripe." Cute pictures, too.
After finding out that you entered Stan's contest.With trembling hands on the keyboard I hurriedly sought this hub.Thankful that my favorite poetess didn't turn into a melon or cantaloupe.The definition of both in the Urban dictionary is not flattering.I'm glad that superior intelligence and a kind heart have triumph once again.(please read my comment in Stan's hub to fully understand the reason of this comment...I hope it's still there :)
I have always love melons and now you will forever be etch in my mind whenever I see or eat one :) which will make the experience doubly pleasurable.My comment on Stan's hub was made with a poker face :) and I did leave another comment about my "affliction" :)
Just dropped by for a little squeeze, please. May your melon always be ripe!
Hugs right back at ya, darlin'!
suuuweeet!
Cantaloupes of the world unite! You've nothing to loose but your skins!
I love cantaloupes very much. Here in South Africa they are known as "spanspek" which could mean "Spanish bacon" or "team bacon" - how it got that name I have absolutely no idea. But whatever they're called they taste as sweet, as the Bard might have said.
Loved this and the tasty pix!
Thanks for a great read in the great Nellieanna tradition!
Love and peace
Tony
Brava! (as they say) I have been looking for an analogy for a texture i need for the writing of a story I am involved with... and I was looking into your hubs (as is my wont, of late) to find it raised its lovely metaphorical head.
Look for the word muskmelon (the true cantaloupe) in a magnificent novella by some obscure writer. And there it will be, in all its golden fleshed glory.
Ah! The Armenians, clever chaps, to a man.
Thinking of you and all my North American friends. I am sitting in the dining room, where I have the computer; no study, just a computer in a corner. I'm thinking it's not too cool to put on the central heating, and there you all are, up to your whatevers in that horrible white stuff I abhor. To rub it in. it’s a mild, sunny day.
And with the beauty of the Internet, I don't have to brave the weather to look at your hubs; which I love doing, Nellie.
By the way: Happy New Year!
And a big hug to you, my new found, but no less precious, friend.
Once again you never seem to amaze me.Your words are articulate and proper.I seek Honey Dew melons but they are too expensive.I really love cantaloupe and the really ripe kind where the juice drips down my lips.I heard if you touch the end and you want it to be soft.If you see any white marks on it put it back.If you shake it it is ready to eat.I usually put them out on the counter for a couple of days and then take my chances.Most of the time I am pleasantly surprised.Cutting up one seems to be a process.When I grew up we use to eat them in slices and hold their firm skin and eat it so close to the rind.Making sure we didn't waste any.I see you have thought of everything and more.Now years later I cut up my succullent canaloupe into little bite size squares so different than what I am use to.Why I am not sure.Lazy I guess and it is so easy to eat later and I add some whip cream as if it isn't sweet enough.I love it for breakfast and any afternoon.Late night snack can be fun too.I guess you already know anytime of the day will do.I think one reason I cut it up is that I have seen people eat the canaloupe cut up in slices and they leave so much still left on the skin.I feel it is a sin.To waste all that wonderful fruit.So this way I cut it up and eat any leftovers.Greedy I guess.I love your hubs and even a layman can see your talent absorbed in everything you write.You boggle my mind and your pictures are delicately refined.I am just out of my mind.As I see how sweet and kind you are and rare as they come. I leave my cantaloupe on the counter now so I can watch and stare.I have known you all my life and just didn't know you were in my home since I was a little tike.As I grew older you were always piled high as soon as you walk in the supermarket always teasing every customer as soon as they walk in.Even if we didn't buy cantaloupe because you got too expensive for my taste.Your thoughts crossed my mind subconsciously and consciously every time.I have never seen a cantaloupe go eight months without a bite.I am here to make sure it doesn't happen again.You are what you say you are and so much more.Love the hub and will have to go back to it many times to understand the many play on words you so talently include.Funny and without mention a mouthful.Without any ado I adore you.P.s. when I read your hubs words that I have not used in years come to mind.I don't know if they are in proper usage of the english grammar (probably not).My English teachers would have a field day.In my defense all I can say is Thank God I don't have to be graded.I would end up staying after school for the rest of my summer.(lol)
Miss Nell....
I never thought I'd be jealous of a cantaloupe. I'm but a novice, and your writing staggers me. At the risk of morphing into a fawning schoolboy, this is why I joined hubpages-to learn from Masters/Mistresses. I'm honored (and no, I'm not kidding)
A post-script; the next time I wander through the fruit and veggie aisle, I'll be glancing surreptitiously at the 'loupes and wondering what the little buggers are thinkin' :)TR
Thank you, ma'am...I've enjoyed it so far....it was a pleasure today.
Good Lord...I just managed to pry my tongue off the roof of my mouth and get my breathing back under control. Wow...ok...now I AM prattling. One thing I mentioned on my profile, and am absolutely insistent upon...I want to get better. I see that many on here compliment one another (which is perfectly fine), and I certainly appreciate yours. But I also want to know what I'm doing wrong...how else do we grow? if you'd be so kind...
Good morning, Miss Nellie..
My training, as it were, comes from much reading, and writing about two dozen college papers on various subjects for a couple teens who lacked the gumption to do it on their own. That's about it.
Not being schooled in the various facets of writing, I really have no idea where improvements might lie. I've not experienced rejection yet, so a perspective is hard to formulate.
Thank you, ma'am...that clears up much for me. I just copy/pasted that into a little journal I'm keeping for notes and such. I'm about to publish a new hub-I don't typically announce that to anyone, but I feel I can to you, without fear of censure. Thank you for the kind words and guidance :)TR
My cantahead is reeling...but I enjoyed every minute of it.





























JayeWisdom Level 7 Commenter 16 months ago
Hi, Nellieanna, the High Priestess of Cantloupia. You have a fertile imagination and a distinctly marvelous way with words. Loved the sibilance....You will be pleased to know that I'm already a Cantaladdict. I'm also an afficionado of all things Texan (well, not the football, which I realize is heresy) as I lived in the Dallas area for eight years and loved it. Texas is like a separate country in the U.S. (which I think native Texans believe). Sorry, I digress. Talking about Texas does that to me. Really enjoyed your glorious entry into Stan's contest. Your prose is quite poetic, so I'll look forward to reading your poetry. JAYE