There’s very little that’s more American than fireworks and watermelon, and yesterday was full of both because I decided to try the watermelon keg at my nephew’s birthday party/4th of July shindig.
Also, I must preface this next photo by mentioning that the birthday party was Star Wars themed and I will do anything for a few quick Auntie Points…
I got a, “You look just like Leia!” from him, but what really clinched my daily points were the vintage baseball cards. Thank you, Amazon.
Anyway, there was much scooping of watermelon, which– don’t worry– we totally ate.
And once it was well and truly scooped, I recruited my husband to make a hole because I am scared as hell of sharp things. We were at his mom’s house and he found this contraption to use. I have no idea what the fuck it is or I would tell you.
Some kind of corer, perhaps? But it’s too small to be an apple corer. I don’t know. It made a hole.
Next he stuck a spigot in the hole. (I bought my spigot on Amazon. So I guess Amazon saved the day twice.)
(I’m trying to make a That’s What She Said joke about sticking a spigot in the hole, but just ew.)
Once completed, we found another contraption in Robbie’s mom’s kitchen, which she referred to as a “watermelon holder.” I’m sure that’s how they market it. So, in conclusion, if you take a watermelon to my mother-in-law’s house, you will probably have a better chance of completing this project. Fill with your choice of liquor and enjoy. We did.