Cracking a Watermelon Open With Your Bare Hands...

It was a beautiful day yesterday - finally - a nice reprieve from Juneuary and its horribleness. So a friend and I decided to go down to the beach for a dinner-picnic (dinnic? picner? - both sound weird). Anyways, I got home in the early evening, changed into my sweats and flipflops, grabbed a water bottle and one of those beach-mats (the ones made from what look like reeds - popular in Mombasa, that's all I know). She picked me up and we drove to the organic food market (awesome place - expensive with my student budget but totally worth it). We picked up some olive bread (so yummy!) some basil goats cheese from THE island and a mini-watermelon.

We got to the beach - one of those small ones on the way to the ferry terminal that barely anyone knows about - and sat down on the sand. The tide was coming in so we made sure we were above the driftwood line - so we wouldn't get wet. It was by far the best dinner I've had in a while. We started off with the bread and the cheese - which I ate too much of (got mad at myself too because I can't exercise it off right now - read the previous post if you don't know why).

Then we decided it was time to eat the watermelon - only problem was that we didnt have a knife. So she placed it on a log, we found a sharp-ish stone, and started making holes in the watermelon. After two such holes, she was able to rip it in half and we both dug in. Honestly, there's nothing like sitting on a beach, watching the water and the sunset and the dogs and getting your face covered in watermelon juice (we didn't bring spoons either). It was amazing.

It was hard getting to the fruit at the bottom, so I ripped my half into smaller pieces - so much fun - and ate/drank it. By the end, all we had left was the rind - it was completely white, no sign of watermelon anywhere!

Then we went for ice-cream...mmmm...straciatella - the best flavour ever!

Pictures once I manage to upload them from my phone