Funny how the songs of our childhood can be stuck in our heads for such a long time, and little things we do a minute ago can be lost... like where did I place the car keys?
I remembered my older cousins spelling C-O-C-O, N-U-T, and singing coconut, coconut, A-B-C! I shouldn't have said that out loud while attacking my coconut earlier, because now my kids are singing it too. Over and over and over and over .... not again!
Yes, you heard me right. I was attacking the coconut and trying to crack it's hard stubborn shell. All for a little fresh coconut treat inside this little round tropical fruit. In my previous life, I had grown up in an area coconut trees would sprout along the beaches (if space would allow) and coconut vendors at the wet market where my mom could purchase coconut in any form for cooking, but I never thought I would be here today writing about my own little experience. And that's what we have to do when we don't have the conveniences of our desired location.
In case you're wondering why I was singing coconuts, it's because of a sinister looking gadget/contraption called a coconut shredder. It is made in India and none of my friends in South-east Asia knew what this was or why I would want this thing.I had been searching the globe for this apparatus from my little red chair in front of my laptop, and emailed every friend I had (or used to have) asking if she/he/they have seen a coconut shredder of that sort. Finally, my dear SS (she prefers I call her that in my blog) send this to me two months ago. Well I received it yesterday (HOORAY!) and ran out to buy two coconuts for my experiment.
Now comes the tricky part. I am aware that cracking open coconuts are no small feat, and I am venturing into unknown territories. Done my little research in the form of reading everything about how to crack open a coconut. And I have read a few scary and funny stories on this subject. But actually doing it is.....well, INTERESTINGLY something I would do again. But not sometime soon.
Here's my attempt.
First, I used a short screwdriver and poke into one of the eyes of the coconut. Sounds cruel and so Halloween-like, don't you think?
The first eye was easy to piece through. The second one was tricky and I had to use a hammer and an ice pick. Maybe the coconut didn't like two of it's three eyes pieced. I was done after that making those two holes. Drained the liquid out of the coconut as you saw in the first picture. One of the sites I visited suggested tapping the coconut with the back of a Chinese cleaver to crack open the coconut. Nothing. Tapped again. Nope. Nothing happened to my coconut when I did that. So I stopped doing that.
Then I took my coconut, an old chopping board, my hammer, and headed into the garage. There I used my hammer and knock on the coconut several times, singing that silly coconut song. My kids had followed me out and soon I heard their childish voices echoing to my song again from five feet behind me. Good thing the garage doors were shut, as I didn't want my neighbors walking by and looking into the garage as I hammered my coconut while wearing goggles and rubber gloves. And better for me that Hubs was not around the corner laughing! That coconut shell is a hard thing to crack. After the ninth hit, it cracked! YIPPEEE!.
Back into the house with everything and kids in toll chanting that song in their little voices, I clean up all the tools, and proceeded to use my new found sinister coconut shredder.So what were your thoughts on that little mystery dish that required me to sought out the evil apparatus that seemed so appropriate for Halloween and for me to go through all this trouble with my coconuts?
A little guess, perhaps?