Why Do Beijingers Love Eating Watermelon So Much?

The weather in Beijing has certainly been sweltering recently (or at least humid from all the rain). On summer days like these, it's hard to say no to a refreshing slice of watermelon. You might know that watermelon is a must-have for Beijingers in summer, but did you know that Beijingers' affinity for watermelon has existed for more than a thousand years?

Watermelons originated in Africa, and were later introduced to China through the western regions (西域 xīyù). However, the exact date of the introduction of watermelons to China is disputed. Some historians believe that they were introduced during the Five Dynasties (907-960), whereas others believe watermelon was brought to China as early as the Han dynasty (206 AD-220 BC.).

Beijing was the first stop on the watermelon's path into China. The ancient Khitan people brought the first batch of watermelon seeds to Beijing through the vast Gobi Desert in northwestern China.

At that time, Beijing's economy was booming and the city had close trade links with ethnic minorities in the north, so watermelon was first introduced to Beijing and then to the rest of China. It was in that moment that the seed of Beijingers' love of eating watermelon was planted and began to grow. 

Though it's a little hard to believe nowadays, watermelon was originally considered to be a luxury food and was reserved for the rich. A tomb mural discovered in Inner Mongolia and dated to the Liao dynasty (907-1125) can attest to this, as it portrays a wealthy individual indulging in watermelon – one of the earliest depictions of watermelon in Chinese art.

But it wasn't until the greater Song dynasty (960-1279) that watermelon cultivation really took off. The great poet Su Dongpo liked watermelon so much that he wrote a poem to express his joy: "Sit in the north eating watermelon and throw your watermelon to the east when you are done."

In the Ming dynasty (1368-1644), Daxing Panggezhuang had already become famous for its watermelons, and it still is to this day. Emperor Jiajing loved to eat watermelon so much that he even opened up an imperial melon garden.

Many people love to eat the sweetest piece of watermelon flesh, which allegedly can be found right in the middle of a melon. Empress Dowager Cixi was certainly no exception to this rule. In fact, one summer she ate the sweet part of more than 300 melons!

The way Cixi ate watermelon was also particularly delicate (or wasteful, depening on how you look at it), because she only took a scoop of the very center of the watermelon flesh and threw the rest of the melon away. She liked to order people to make watermelon bowls 西瓜盅 xīguā zhōng, in which a watermelon would be filled with lotus seeds, longans, walnut kernels, almonds and chicken. Cixi found the dish very refreshing, making it the perfect summer imperial food.

However, such treats were not available to the poor. In fact, people who couldn’t afford to buy watermelon would make do with people’s leftovers, that is, watermelon rinds, which were once known as 溜西瓜皮 liū xīguā pí.

Nowadays, watermelons are basically readliy available to everyone thanks to farmers in Beijing as well as the government’s efforts to get them into the city.

In 2018, Beijing planted more than 26.67 square kilometers of watermelon, yielding 132,400 tons of the fruit, according to the National Bureau of Statistics.

Today, Beijing’s local watermelons mainly come from Daxing and Shunyi Districts. Panggezhuang, in Beijing's Daxing District, is known as the first watermelon town in China. The soil there has a golden color that is covered by a layer of silvery sand, creating the perfect conditions for growing watermelons.

Shunyi District's Beiwu Town is best known for its watermelons. The soil there is sandy as well, and the melons are said to taste as sweet as honey.

Watermelon stands used to be everywhere in Beijing during the summer. According to statistics, during the summer of 1985 the Beijingers ate an average of 30kg of watermelon each – the highest average ever recorded! It certainly seems that watermelons were every Beijinger's favorite summer companion that year.

Of course, the enthusiasm for watermelon has slowly died down over the years, but there is still just something so nostalgic about watermelons for Beijingers, and many of us feel like summer wouldn't be complete without snacking on some.

I still distinctly remember the time when I used to buy melons at a stall and the vendors would cut the melon into triangular shapes for me to sample. The childhood memory of cool watermelon juice sliding down my throat is something I will never forget.

Have you gotten your watermelon fix this summer?

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BauLuo wrote:

I am somewhat nonplussed about the obvious denigration and downplayment of other sorts of `gua'. We get a whole article about `xigua' but nothin bout `donggua'. Youse guys are clearly imperialist running dogs, get yer shit together. (Wait until I tellya bout `nangua' and its many uses.) I donno if there is a `beigua', but if ain't, should be invented.

Yes, old man. I recall my pater. The old progenitor took one look at my gambling debts in the city after my first term sent down from Cambridge. "You have beiguaed us my boy! Beiguaed! We shall die paupers!"" Then I was forced to resign from my club, sell both horses and hounds and live on the tiny remittance my people sent each quarter year to Hong Kong.

Ahh! Remittance man are ye?! I've heard tell of such sorts, though not seen hair nor hide of since breaking all housely mirrors.

My main remitter, my great-Uncle Jezebel after the operation, wended his way down to Hong Kong, jus for to check upon, seein if I was alright and not using his money for ill. Unfortunately at his arrival I was absent, as I had made my way down to the Rusty Spitoon for some inebriation. My roommate, however, ushered Uncle Jezebel into the precincts graciously. My roommate was a watermelon,.. we got on like a house on fire and had a great affinity, though he/she/it/they were somewhat taciturn and greenishly balding. Who am I to judge? Together we were co-parenting Hairy Mary-Annes illigitimate son Nangua, as Miss Mary had been knocked up by some one night stand cucumber. So I cuddles Nangua gently in my hands and wends my weary way to the Spitoon. Outside, on the sidewalk table, sat the whole crew, eyes downcast, a fomentious mood apparent. Gino was twiddling his thumbs counter-clockwise (which he never did), Fair Mary head down on table, tears streaming in gushes and dripping on the floor, which Timmy was collecting in an teacup for to measure their relative salinity and alkalinity.

`What's wrong? I ghastly interlocuted. `Whom has died?

Mike lift his head from chest, looks me dead in the eye.

`Nali' he mutters. `Patio... ' he trails off into unmanly sobs.

Thunderstruck, I nearly dropped my dear Nangua, but gathering my wits I lightheadedly sat soothingly stroking Nangua, abating his fear and trembling.

Fortunately, just then, great-Uncle Jezebel arrived; acting on intelligence provided by Xigua, my roommate, he had tracked me down. Now he was a hail fellow well met kinda guy and wore aquamarine jodhpurs tailored on Saville Row. Ever since his Thailand operation he had acquired a new found admiration for pastels and an effervesence to match.

Soon under his spritely spirit, we all fell to gales of unsustainable laughter, till our guts hurt.

`Glad to see yer using my money wisely, my son' , he bemusedly spindled.

I am Doktor Aethelwise Snapdragoon.

I am somewhat nonplussed about the obvious denigration and downplayment of other sorts of `gua'. We get a whole article about `xigua' but nothin bout `donggua'. Youse guys are clearly imperialist running dogs, get yer shit together. (Wait until I tellya bout `nangua' and its many uses.) I donno if there is a `beigua', but if ain't, should be invented.

I am Doktor Aethelwise Snapdragoon.

quote `watermelons were every Beijinger's favorite companion that year'

Gosh, you guys, this gives me so much material .... I don't even know where to start. I couldn't come up with that line if I was on drugs. Well, ... I could.

I am Doktor Aethelwise Snapdragoon.

Quote ` Beijinger's affinity for watermelon'.

I, though not a Beijinger, also have such an affinity. Though less for the sweet juicy waterous pink pulp, rather the black slimy slippery pips, which I withdraw, forcept like with my teeth.

Nothing like squishin a slippery watermelon pip between thumb an forefinger, seein how high can it go. Sorta like pissing and other ejaculatory ventures. Can I hit that fly on ceiling? Well ya never know if ya don't try. Then I try an catch descending watermelon pips in nostrils. I never quit chowing down on watermelon, (not Walter Mellon; he was the funny bachelor, lived in a lowly hovel in the woods) until I had catched a watermellon pip to occlude both my beloved nostrils. Oh the manifest joys.

I am Doktor Aethelwise Snapdragoon.