Well, here's something I haven't done since I was a teenager: I just opened a coconut. Bizarre that I haven't thought to do so before now, but really, I think it's absurd to pay good money for something I used to get for free. I had an endless year-round supply of coconut right in my front yard when I was growing up. We had so much coconut, we sometimes sold them.
Chloe and I were grocery shopping this morning and she was curious about the coconuts that were on "sale." (And I use quotes because a sale on coconuts just means they cost less than five bucks.) She knew they had milk inside and wanted to try it. Always up for a little taste of Florida, I happily obliged.
"Does coconut milk taste like regular milk?" she asked as I searched for the drill bit in the garage. "Not really. It's more like water that tastes like coconut. But it's GOOD!"
"I don't think I even know how to open a coconut," Walter said, "do you?"
"Yep. You have to have the right tools," I replied.
"What tools do you need, Mommy?" Chloe asked.
"Well, I'm going to use a power drill because I have one. But when I was growing up, I used a hammer and a screwdriver because that's all I had."
I love being a grown up. Power tools just make things a million times easier.
So I drilled a hole in the shell and poured the milk into the cup that Chloe had waiting. Then I took the rest outside and busted up the shell and pryed the fruit from the nut. Good times. Man, that just takes me back to my front porch when I was 17.
As I expected, Chloe didn't care much for the milk. So I mixed it with some rum and lemonade and enjoyed it for myself. Couldn't do that as a kid either.
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