canny granny

I remembered another way to get some coconut. In coconut ice!

Not the stuff you buy over the counter, which is only a pale imitation of the real thing even if it is coloured a nasty shade of pink, but real honest to goodness old fashioned coconut ice, rich and sweet enough to make any self-respecting cardiologist faint clean away. Read more… »

I dragged myself out of bed this morning looking like something just escaped from a Matrix pod.

After 4 days of vegetating in the cot feeling sorry for myself and cursing the injuries sustained in my reckless youth, I had an insatiable hunger for coconuts. Why coconuts? I have no bloody idea.

Coconuts have antiviral, antibacterial, and antifungal properties which is all very well, and I have learned that cravings have a basis in some element missing from my diet, but I have never craved for a bit of coconut before.

I’ve been told that people who eat a lot of coconuts don’t suffer from many of the modern diseases of western nations. Yeah, but maybe they don’t hit the grog like we do. Or binge out on takeaway. Or sit for 3 hours in a traffic jam breathing deeply of carbon monoxide. Or damage themselves in their wilder, younger days like I did.

Where do you get a coconut from anyway? Maybe my subconscious is telling me to get away to some tropical island and laze about on golden sands. Sounds like a better idea than to go searching for coconuts.