Take one part sand and one part sea
And one part shade of a banana tree
And the drinks they’re cold and the reggae’s hot
And I know this is the place for me
Gah! With summer coming to a close, I’m desperately wanting to apparate back on that lovely Caribbean Cruise again… #wishingIwasrich. Speaking of cash money, I made my summer savings goal ($2,000)! It isn’t much in the grand scheme of things, and I’m sure I’ll run out before I come back from France, but it’s the best I could do with a time-consuming unpaid internship. On the bright side though, everything I make from here on out — I stop work at the Country Club on the 19th and nannying the 25th — is just icing on the cake! Shazam.
I seemed to have gained a few new followers in the last week; sooo, hello to you! Welcome to my erratic life =) Enjoy and join in on the fun.
Last post, I mentioned how I went berry picking – chyeahh – and showed the tasty blackberry cornbread that I made. I hadn’t yet gotten around to making anything out of the raspberries until yesterday. Originally, I wanted to make raspberry jam, but I needed 4 cups of raspberries and I only had about a cup and a half, so that didn’t really work. Never fear though! Instead, I decided to make mixed berry jam, which included raspberries, blueberries, strawberries and grapes. Unfortunately, only the raspberries were freshly picked by my hands, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. The result was pretty magnificent (I had it for breakfast on toast), and with that I will share some food porn with y’all:
Pretty darn delicious. Earlier in the summer, I made fresh strawberry jam, and the recipe is exactly the same save the types of fruit used, so click the link if you’re inclined to do some jammin’.
So here’s some big, fun news (for me at least): I WENT SHOOTING! It was a shitton of fun; I kind of loved it. Sunday morning, Max, his dad and I went to Narragansett Gun Club (we met up with two others) and did two rounds of trap shooting. I didn’t really know anything about this going into it, so I learned that there is trap and skeet shooting, both of which involve clay disks (“birds”). Max’s dad is really into hunting and used to own a shop, so they had a gun for me – had my own for the day! I was handed an automatic shotgun — that’s all I really know about it, it loaded from the side, it didn’t snap in half to load, if that’s helpful — and we bonded.
Being a horseback rider, I have been taught to sit up straight or slightly lean back my whole life… the opposite of what I was told to do at the range. For shooting, you have to lean your upper body forward while having your hips back and knees springy. I had a really hard time leaning forward, and was repeatedly corrected throughout the day. I thought I was leaning forward but apparently not… hey, my horse training runs deep, what else can I say? I did pretty poorly the first round (but not bad for shooting/holding a gun for the first time): I hit 3/25 birdies, and the second round I hit 12/25. If only we had stayed longer maybe I would have gotten even better!
There was an older lady who was really intense at the range; she was tickled pink to have another female there, and was giving me pointers whenever she could. She even had me try out her custom made gun and offered to let me watch a bunch of videos she has of professional shooters. Haha… maybe I’ll take her up on it. But yeah, it was a lot of fun, and hopefully I’ll be going again before I leave for France! Next time I’ll have a picture of me taken as well, instead of this lamesauce photo I took while waiting.
Also, as I mentioned, I am officially done with The Coffeehouse Chronicles. A girl still has to eat though, and last week I went to yet another coffee shop just for the sake of putting some good food and drink in my belly. The victim was Appleton Cafe, and it was quite delicious.