Forget everything you think you know about watermelon
It’s not just for hot days and picnics. This one’s about peeling back layers, about how watermelon smells like garden soil after a rain—earthy underneath that sweet, bright aroma. The texture? Thick, almost pulpy, as if you’re drinking a memory from last summer’s heatwave. I made this on a whim, because it hit me how the flavor changes after a night in the fridge. The first sip tastes like sunshine trapped in a glass, but then, if you linger, there’s a hint of something darker—maybe the seeds glucose sweet, or just that nostalgia you don’t expect in a smoothie. Right now, that tang, that color—feels like a tiny rebellion, a BLT made with watermelon instead of bacon, maybe. It’s simple, honest, a little weird—and perfect for these days, when everything feels a touch too serious.

Watermelon Smoothie with Earthy Notes
Ingredients
Equipment
Method
- Dice the watermelon into small chunks using a sharp knife on a cutting board, ensuring the pieces are evenly sized for smooth blending.
- Add the watermelon chunks to the blender along with honey, water, and a few drops of edible earth essence if using. Secure the lid firmly.
- Blend the mixture on high speed until completely smooth and thick, about 30-45 seconds. Observe the color becoming vibrant pink and the texture becoming pulpy and uniform.
- Pour the smoothie into glasses and place in the refrigerator to chill for at least 10 minutes, allowing flavors to meld and the texture to thicken slightly.
- Remove from the fridge and gently swirl before serving. The smoothie should appear thick, slightly granular, with a bright pink color and a fragrant, earthy aroma.
Notes
Sometimes, the best ideas come from just messing around in the kitchen. No rules, no plans. Just a glass of juice that somehow feels like it’s been waiting for me to notice it. And maybe that’s enough for today.
Hi there! I’m Himani and welcome to Val’s Recipe Box. This little corner of the internet didn’t begin with me.
It began with Val my neighbourhood aunt whose kitchen held more warmth than any fireplace ever could.






This little corner of the internet didn’t begin with me.
It began with Val my neighbourhood aunt whose kitchen held more warmth than any fireplace ever could.
She was more of a friend and I’ve come to know her in the most unexpected way.