Arbitrary Musings

Earlier last week I met with my new dietician; our goal is for me to eat particular food groups throughout the day so that I have the correct ratio of dairy, protein, fruits, vegetables, grains, and fats, all in 3 meals and 3 snacks. It sounds like a lot, but everything is in the right portion size. Before I went to the grocery store, I studied the list of protein sources, fat sources, etc. so that I knew what to purchase.

While I was in the fruit section of fresh produce, I spied upon a display of coconuts. Usually I’d pass by without even noticing, but that fact that it was on my list (2 Tbsp coconut = 1 fat serving) and had a sign which boasted “quick crack“, I thought I would give it a try.

The coconut was easy enough to drain. Once the liquid starting trickling out through one of the holes I had pierced, I simply had to hold it above my mouth and catch a few drops, pretending for a short moment that I was in a movie. The opening of the shell itself was much more difficult. I think the company that scored the coconuts for easy opening think of the term “quick” as relative compared to, say, the time it took for man to evolve from a one-celled organism to the homosapiens we are today. Although there was a distinct line where the coconut was already scored, I had to cut into it further with a knife to weaken the shell. I looked around for something to crack open the shell since my hammer was at work, currently being used to hang frames in my office. I was eventually able to crack it in two by whacking it with the back of a chef’s knife. It might have been easier with a cleaver as suggested, but I didn’t have one. I do love how they explicitly mention to use the backside of the cleaver. Of course, there was also the matter of cutting the meat out of the coconut. All in all, I know I spent at least 1 hour dealing with that one piece of fruit.

On the bright side, I didn’t sustain any injuries, such as getting my hand cut, being stabbed in the leg by reef coral, or knocking my own tooth out with an ice skate. I just wish I had a volleyball to talk to during the whole endeavor. Willllsoonnnn!

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