Saturday, August 22, 2009


Today, a good friend called to ask me a question about the meal she is bringing us tomorrow (meals for new moms - a fabulous program our church has).

Friend: Do you guys like coconut?

Me: Complete silence.

Friend: Interpreting my silence as trying to be polite about a food we dislike. It's okay if you don't like it. I won't use it in the fruit salad.

Well, I wasn't trying to be polite, unfortunately. The real truth of the matter is, I had no idea what she was talking about. From the moment she asked if we liked coconut, I was trying to imagine how one ate a coconut. Do you crack it open? Do you drink the juice? Isn't the outside kind of fuzzy to eat? Should we make cool coconut bras with it when we're done?

It took me several seconds to remember that one eats coconut flaked and on things like fruit salad and desserts. Not broken open with a sledgehammer while shipwrecked on a remote island.

I can only chalk this up to severe sleep deprivation and lack of functioning brain cells. It obviously isn't because I'm stupid, right? Right?!?!


Anonymous said...

if a coconut shows up at your door, i have no idea where it came from...
beth :)

Heidi said...

you can chalk it up to sleep deprivation if you want, but irregardless, we all know you were really dreaming about a new coconut bra.

mammamilk said...

Thanks, Beth. I'll be on the lookout. My sledgehammer is ready.

Heidi - I AM dreaming of a coconut bra. How did you guess?

Jenny said...

Awwwww! That is such a funny post! You know, you can buy plastic coconut bras at the party store.