My three kids—ages 10, 7, and 5—have fiendish appetites for fresh watermelon. Until recently, whenever summer hit, my husband and I felt like we were spending way too much time standing at the kitchen counter, knife in hand and juice dripping onto our toes, endlessly cubing the fruit.
I was tempted to hand the knife over to my oldest kiddo, but while he’s pretty good at chopping some things, a rolling seedless behemoth can be challenging, even for adults. So one night, I broke down and ordered a melon baller.
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