So I've been having this obsession with the coconut trees around my house. I really want to get the coconuts down and make my own coconut milk out of them. I even sort of half way attempted to put a knife in between my teeth a climb up my landlords tree like a jungle native. I got my legs wrapped around the base but then had visions of me lopping off part of my tongue and thought better of it. But I did have the knife (a little serrated knife) between my teeth, shoes off and assumed the position to climb before I thought better of it. Why does it take so long, the mere thought should have crossed my mind and then passed without mention. With obsession in full bloom, I am on the look out for how to get me one of those coconuts. I don't want to buy it from the coco's frios guy and I sure as hell am not going to the store. I know I can get them. They are everywhere, but how..... I have some new neighbors right next door to the glass factory and low and behold they are doing a wee face lift to the premises trimming coconut trees in the process. I was stopping by to grab a couple of torta's for O and my day at Chileno and thought I would ask if we could have some. The mexican lady who makes the torta's has three little girls and used to live in Eagan of all things. Well when they heard I wanted coconuts they piled them all at my feet. About 18 of them, all I wanted was three. I wasn't really sure what or how to deal with them. When I asked the guy who was helping me procure my coconuts how best to handle them, he suggested a machete. Um yes. I know that that is a house hold item in these parts but I haven't quite gotten around to buying one. But the other day I was helping my friend/yoga instructor and his girlfriend Natalie with their car and we stopped at a place that just might sell machetes. Lee was in finding car parts and I don't know how Natalie and I got on the subject but when Lee got back I asked if they might sell machetes. They did. All sorts of them one foot, two foot, serrated with a hook. I think that serrated with a hook may have been my best bet for climbing up the palm and hooking my self a coconut but thought it might also be the best way to loose an eyeball or some other lovely part of my body that I am attached too. So I opted for the low key one foot machete. It is still in may car as the coconuts that I had gotten a few weeks earlier were being stored on the sidewalk next to my house and I'm pretty sure the guys who came to change my flat tire assumed they were a tip and chopped them open on site. I saw remnants of destroyed coconut. Which is fine I didn't want them to go to waste but I did want to see how they did it. I might need a lesson. I did however see a technique at a local place in which you take the back side of the machete and smack the cleaned coconut. I just have to figure out the best way to chop through the super tough first layer without loosing digits, Lee suggested putting the coconut between two bricks. Now that sounds like a fun project. Now all I have to do is find the coconuts again, I mean to say they are everywhere, so I need to find someone to get them for me.
One other little tid bit and a photo to match. The other day O and I were driving home at night and there were about 6 cows at my turn around. A few of them were dark brown. So O says to me, the li
ttle smarty that she is, " Momma? Tomorrow can we get chocolate milk out of those cows butts?" It might be time for a trip to the state fair.
Some other pics of climbing rocks at Chileno.