We like to believe that we live in the "rural" part of Valrico/Brandon. We justify this because one of our neighbors who lives, not in our neighborhood but next to the retention pond, has about an acre, chickens, a dog, and a their new addition is a horse.
(widdling away...)
I think her name is Linda and her husband is French or something. Can't quite place the accent yet. They are both very nice and Bryce enjoys checking out the neighborhood "farm" whenever we are outside.
She had a stand set up this weekend and I thought she was selling eggs from the chickens so went over to buy some "farm, fresh eggs" from her.
Coconuts. 
Who would have thunk it?!?! Apparently she had driven down to the Keys that week and brought back a mattress bag and suitcase full of coconuts.
Who would have thunk it?!?! Apparently she had driven down to the Keys that week and brought back a mattress bag and suitcase full of coconuts. We of course had to buy one (Mike just wanted to use his machete)
and I just wanted to taste it.
and I just wanted to taste it. We discovered that we would not survive alone, without food, on a deserted island, with only coconuts to sustain us. They are impossible to open (his machete was a little dull), the milk is very bland (I was expecting a pina colada to come gushing out), and the actual coconut inside the outer shell is small and not worth the trouble (not my "trouble" though, I just snapped pictures the entire time Mike whacked away at it.)
Poor guy was sweating by the time it was all over with.
(widdling away...)
Kept us busy for a good 10 minutes. Then it was back to being "productive" (finally bought some pictures to hang on the walls.)
Note to self: Do not put coconut "rhine" down garbage disposal.
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