When life hands you raspberries.....

Raspberry Liqueur

.....You make raspberry liqueur, it's really your only option. So my life is really hard, just kidding, I live a blessed life. I am having no problem adjusting to island life. Well, that's not entirely true but I have been enjoying myself. Everybody that I've met on this island has been so kind and generous that it has kind of given me a new hope for humanity. It's just strange because in some ways I am so close to civilization, just a plane ride from Ketchikan, and 700 miles north of Seattle and is some ways I am so far, a story from today to put things in perspective:

So I've been picking the neighbors raspberries because she is out of town and the raspberries are going to rot if not picked (lucky), so I have way more raspberries than I know what to do with, I have options: jam, syrup OR liqueur. I mean, I may be living on an Island, and maybe I haven't read a newspaper in two months, but my name is still Emily MF Moody, so I'm making liqueur. Any who, I picked the raspberries and bought the vodka, all I needed was one mason jar. Normally this would be a simple problem to solve, but again, I'm living on an island and things of this nature are not always easy to come by. After asking around, I decide to just buy a jar of marina sauce for the jar, but I really don't want to because I don't need the marinara, so when I'm at the food store the lady working asks me if I found everything all right, and I tell her that really all I need is a single mason jar. She informs me that I could buy a case of mason jars (which I don't need) or I could go to her house and borrow one of hers. Now, I have never met this woman before. I'm like wow, actually that would be awesome, so she leaves work, we get in her car, she drives me to her house and gives me a mason jar. Wow

I know lots of awesome people, but I'm telling you, shit like this doesn't happen everywhere.