I love everything, per usual.
I bought a coconut yesterday because I've never owned my own coconut. His name was Gary. After dinner 5 of my friends and I drained him (so much juice...) and cracked him open. Then we found out he was molding between his shell and his meat (this sounds dirtier by the second...) so we had to throw him and his juice away.
My endeavors involving tropical fruit are not going well.
Ps, I rediscovered fruit leather. So fucking good! How do they make this stuff? My theory involves fruit sweatshops in El Salvador and lots of hammers.
My endeavors involving tropical fruit are not going well.
Ps, I rediscovered fruit leather. So fucking good! How do they make this stuff? My theory involves fruit sweatshops in El Salvador and lots of hammers.