Since my post on Monty Python yesterday received at least one comment, I think I’m on to something and I want to keep that trend going. I think coconuts was the key meta tag that lead my reader to me, your humble master of absurdity. For ages I’ve seen pictures of men pretending to be women wearing coconut bras. I never a knew that there were trans coconuts, but I am tolerant and accepting for those that choose such a path. I also had no idea on how to milk a coconut so I set out on a quest of discovery.
First, I tried the DIY way – the hands on approach. I held a laden coconut firmly in my hand and suckled at the pointed end. Much to my surprise it yielded no milk and I truly do suck… hard. I thought for certain this was the origin of the term – Blue Hawaiian. I tried suckling on various sizes of the nuts and still no milk.
Second, I have very dry skin and eczema so I have to use lotion to sooth said skin, including my scalp. My lovely wife buys two new products, both clearly labeled as having coconut milk, one a shampoo and the other a conditioner. They are also packaged in nice little bottles easy for nursing and milk consumption. Let me say that the shampoo smelled lovely! At first you don’t notice the burning lice killing chemicals, but then you start frothing at the mouth and your cursing loses all its impact. After ten minutes of running cool cleansing water through my mouth, I decide the conditioner must be smoother and enjoyable, like one of my wife’s smoothies. All I can say is that the hairs on my tongue are now under control. My bowels however… well, let’s not go there, yet.
Finally, I decided to ask a few true native Hawaiians and they seemed so cooperative that they began to smile and even laugh. Now that’s what I call collaboration! They hand me two medium sized nuts and told me that the milk won’t be ready until you place them under your shirt and stand on the roadside for 30 minutes in the Hawaiian heat and humidity. Look up into the sky, sway your hips, and sing to the Gods over and over, “Haole, Haole, Hulu, please bring me some coconut mulu.” Well, I was mistaken, from a long distance, of being a rather well endowed member of Castle Anthrax, and was cat-called, whistled and harassed by tourist and visiting sailors. Still, no milk, but a lot of propositions. If you visit Hawaii, be wary of eager Hawaiian’s advice, they are pranksters.
Now my loving wife takes me to a juice bar, where a coconut barista whacks off the pointed end, inserts a straw and voila! Coconut milk. I then realize – I hate coconut milk! It’s vile. Please someone pass me the pineapple shampoo. Who in their right mind would eat or drink a coconut? You have to drown it out with heavy doses of Rum and stick a little umbrella in it. They call this a Pina Colada, a French word that loosely translates to “fart in a glass.” According to the Internet, which never lies, coconut milk has the following medicinal values:
- Aids in digestion. Well yeah! If you can’t swallow it or keep it down, it never digests.
- Reduces Sweet Craving. True! Just makes you down 151 Rum or Kerosene.
- Improves Heart Health. Well that’s true too. The heaving and hurling does raise the heart rate.
- Gluten Free. Wait, what? Gluten is from wheat, barley and rye. Are you suggesting that these crops migrated to Hawaii to a have a fling with a unladen coconut but the coconut rejected the seeding of their gluten? I’m starting not to believe the Internet and all the Gluten Gurus.
Well, that ends another episode into the sex lives of migratory coconuts and this writers’ quest to understand the mammary glands of tropical fruit. I am told they are rebuilding the famous Coco Palms resort. Huh! I thought coconuts vacationed in Colorado. We have been invited over to many pupu parties and the thought of that prank alone clears my bowels.
Stay tuned, for my next quest is to learn how to milk a Lychee. Absurd? You betcha.