If you follow me on Facebook (www.facebook.com/barb.sackel –> shameless plug), you will have seen this post last week “Yesterday, hubby and moi went to a very posh grocery store just for fun. I saw Truffles…$399. a pound. They juiced Tangerines right in front of you…yum and I bought a coconut. Does anyone know how to get into a coconut?”
Yup, I bought a coconut. I got a boat load of suggestions on how to get into it, but finally settled on what my Facebook buddy Jen Eskridge had to say:
“My parents always used a drill, then a hammer.”
Got it…a drill and a hammer. There’s one slight problem…I not that handy with non-sewing type tools. So I called in my team. My husband Grant and my Dad were the surgeons. My Mom and I assisted.
We got the patient comfortable on the operating table.
Let the operation begin. You never knew DeWalt made surgical equipment, did you?
Now it was time to, um, drain the patient. Ewwwww….now that sounds just icky when you think of the coconut as a patient. It makes me sound like a vampire or something.
Time to taste! I was voted the “tasting technician.” It was a little shocking at first, a bit oily with a nutty aftertaste (I make it sound like a fine, wine, don’t I?). I’m wondering how Gilligan and mates survived so long on that island with coconut juice as a mainstay.
Enough tasting, it was time to finish the procedure. Dr. Dad secured the patient in a vise.
Not a bad job Dr. Dad! The patient was now ready for the final part of the procedure, the HAMMER!!!
The patient is, ah, cured! Yeah, that’s it! Cured!
So, that’s how this surgical team cracked the coconut and” saved” the patient! Now the next question is, what the heck do I do with it??? Macaroons anyone?