Rum Watermelon: or how I learned to never listen to youtube

Giant, round, luscious and green; the watermelon bin loomed before Sarah and I at Sobeys just a few days before departure. How could we say no to a favourite spring time treat? Even more, how could we say no to a new adventure for the Masaka crew, making a vodka (rum, in our case) watermelon.

It was day 3, our first day alone in a cabin in the woods near Rocky Harbor, and I plucked up my handy YouTube skills to prepare our treat for the next evening. I stumbled upon a video, complete with Bro's teaching me the ways to make the watermelon. I willingly obliged to their every command and our watermelon sat on the counter, bottle of rum sticking upright from its side.

Sarah and Mark were skeptical, the rum was not going down, and behind my back they secretly removed the bottle from its secure holding to pour it into the hole we had cut. I blame them completely for what happened to the watermelon and I will never, ever forgive them for their insubordination.

By the time nightfall came, most of the rum was still in the bottle, not in the watermelon, but time was running short so I removed it and cut up the watermelon anyways. We learned two things quickly: 1) some of the rum had saturated in the watermelon; 2) watermelon is a terrible mixer and does not mask the taste of rum at all. I think it was mostly fear of scurvy (there are few fruits and vegetables in Newfoundland) that caused us to finish the plate, but the important thing is we gave it our best effort, and there are 2 very certain people to blame.

It did not taste nearly as delicious as this looks.