How to pick watermelons that are ripe and have red, sweet, paper-thin skin

How to choose a watermelon that is just right:

1. Look for the “Sugar Spot.” A small, dry, slightly flattened sugar spot means the fruit is ready. Stay away from spots that are big or wet.

2. *Look for Uniform Color*: The best rind is deep green and has a uniform color.

3. *Feel the Weight*: A watermelon that is ready should feel heavy for its size.

4. Tap until you hear a hollow sound. A deep, hollow sound means it’s ready, while a dull sound means it’s not ready yet.

5. Look at the field spot. If it’s yellow, it’s ready, but if it’s white or green, it’s not.

6. Check the Rind – A smooth, spotless rind means the fruit is fresh, while deep cuts or soft spots could mean it’s gone bad. Follow these steps to always enjoy a sweet, juicy watermelon.

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