Coconuts!

No, I’m not talking about the Widespread Panic song that we play in our band, Hard Livin’, I’m talking about coconuts, from Sanibel!  The kids wanted to collect coconuts before we left Grandma’s house, so we broke out the pole-mounted saw thingamabob (I believe that is the marketing term for it anyway) and cut down about 15 or so coconuts to haul back to Atlanta.  Upon our arrival back home, I put the coconuts in a plastic bin in the garage to chill — it’s been around 35F at night, so the ‘nuts were plenty cold this morning.  Out in the bush,  I would use a machete to open the coconuts, but since I’m not the bushwhacking type I used power tools!

The first attempt at using a saws-all to open the coconut ended up in a mangled coconut, but it was drinkable.

For the second attempt, I used the saws-all to cut a flat bottom on the coconut, and then used my Joyce Chen kitchen cleaver, circa 1970s(?), to cleave the husk from around the nut.  This method was much better, cleaner, and made it easy to pop the lid off of the exposed coconut.  I had to hurry because I had some vultures waiting to drink up all the milk.  Once I cut the top off of the coconut, I dropped in a couple of straws, and the nut was snatched from my grasp with all haste as my offspring/vultures descended onto the coconut with the vigor of lions eating a zebra.  Wow, I don’t know why I went off on the Creatures On Safari tangent there, but anyway, enjoy the rest of these pictures.  As usual, click on the pix to view larger versions.

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