The Day Drags on
I returned to base exhausted and empty handed. I knew what I had to do: fill up the mummy trap and collect mussels to get them soaking. Even if they made me almost boot with everyone, I still had to have something ready to go. Just looking at them filled me with dread.
My other set of grandparents (nicknamed big, because of the size difference from my dad’s parents) showed up, as they had been dying to see how I was. My grandmother is an encyclopedia of beach fruits, especially what was safe and unsafe to eat. I had a hunch a plant I had found was rose hips, which she makes into a delicious jelly. While bitter, the berries would provide a different flavor and some much needed nutrients:
She confirmed that it was indeed rose hips, but the berries were nowhere near ready. Those were buds and the berries didn’t come around until July. Damn July was haunting me.
So all I could do was admire the plants, which wasn’t much satisfaction right now:
At that point I scoped out someone’s private garden that I had seen in my earlier travels, hoping there was a little bit of lettuce I could snatch:
Nothing, not even a string bean. Instead I had to head back and watch everyone enjoy my favorite beach beer (Miller Chill):
And my favorite type of beer, A belgium white (Southampton double white to be exact, a fantastic beer):
Lauren wouldn’t even sit next to me because I was a bit gross.
This was just getting depressing.
June 15th, 2008 at 9:29 pm
miller chill? wow, i just lost a lot of respect for you