Agualemons

Tonight I tried to recreate this amazing tapa I had a few weeks ago with the Guapas in Palo Alto.  It consisted of prosciutto with melon balls sprinkled with chili salt… delithioso.  This dish may represent the turning point in my lifelong protest against melons and their close cousins: squash.

This evening Jakey asked me to remove the “chicken” from his serving (translation: prosciutto), but he couldn’t get enough of the agualemons (translation: watermelon).  James was thrown off by the spanglish dyslexic fruit whereas I was caught off guard by “Triangle, Mama.  Agualemon triangle.”