you put the lime in the coconut
We started talking about the coconuts that he harvests from the street, and that led to a machete and a handmade, welded striking implement cracking open coconuts on the porch, draining the milk, admiring the meat (which you score and then scoop out), and an explanation of how to make coconut milk—blend quite a bit of coconut water, a little coconut meat, a date and a dash of cinnamon for sweetness.
As a storm rages outside, intermittently lighting up the cottage, I am drinking it all up and in, sipping the milk (fresh coconut water tastes infinitely better than the packaged product, as you can imagine) and shaking my head at all the years I let a terrible cake experience with sweetened, shredded kind of coconut hold me back.
I prescribe fresh coconut.
If we can imagine meat—the word itself, without its weighty moral baggage and simply referring to these hairy things that hang from tropical trees—as a delightfully firm, silky white layer hidden inside a shell, perhaps spritzed with a little lime, we may all feel a little better…
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Posted Monday, May 18th, 2009, 8:45 pm * Filed in Drink, Food, Nature, Photography, miami. * Tags: coconut, Food, fruit, kristen, kthead, local, mango, meat, milk, taylor, water. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
May 19th, 2009 at 8:28 am
MM,mango AND coconut? This confirms it–Miami must truly be paradise. This is exactly the kind of post I need to ring in summer!
May 19th, 2009 at 9:24 am
The Magic Cottage is paradise, M, and continued safe travels to you!
Stuffed armadillos and curiously appropriate license plates are important for road trips in the American South, I think—