Me too. I was in college the first time I heard of this as “black people food”. My white, Kansan parents had brought this on picnics all my life. All I can say is, when it comes to eating great food, they can call me whatever they want, but I’m on team fried chicken and watermelon.
It started out as the size of a dime...and grew and grew and grew. I was 75 and couldn't lift it...I rolled it into a cloth bag...and dragged it to the car....and hoisted it into the back seat. PHEW...
The next year, I grew miniature Cantalope. Perfect!!