I’ve taken to buying whole coconuts
and pineapples at my local Mexican grocer. It’s my ambition to become the human
Pina Colada. If I could figure out a way to ferment rum internally, I’d be in
business.
Picking
coconuts isn’t as easy as it sounds. I’ve picked a couple of losers that were
spoiled and sour inside. A coconut is a mysterious creature. I’ve learned some
techniques for picking them online, but even with that knowledge it’s a
crapshoot.
The
pineapples on the other hand have failed to disappoint. There’s a consistency
there that is just astounding to me. They’re sweet and juicy. How can something
so strange looking taste so good? Prickly, but sweet, like a nice man with a
beard.