And shake it all up!
Ryan cut out a hole (with the meat cleaver that I bought him) and then he put in a straw (just like the tropicana commericals).
Too bad this coconut milk didn't relieve my belly ache.
Tastes funky...but I will drink it all because I am Ri baby :)
How will we open this fine looking coconut?
Maybe a meat cleaver?
Nope!
Maybe a cerated knife?
Hot Dang! This puppy won't budge!
Ryan decided to bring out the big guns.
We are going to open this darn coconut! WE ARE!
Found my dads hacksaw.
It took much force but it worked!
I wonder what I will do with the insides now that I drank all of the (sweet bitter) coconut milk.
It is SO TOUGH inside.
Almost tougher to crack than the outside.
Cheese grater might do the trick?
But then again I still need to break it into pieces.
Oh well...
How long will this coconut last?
We shall see...
And now it is time to model with my coconut shells!
I'm so not a coconut model.
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