Coconut and Electricity

Since moving to Uruguay, I developed an unexplained passion for cooking with coconut. It’s not that coconut is necessarily a national Uruguayan dish. It’s just that coconut milk and chopped coconut is easily available, wherever you go. Behold! My pollo milanese topped with strawberries, shrimp coconut and balsamic vinegar:

Milanese with Strawberries, Shrimp, Coconut, and Balsamic Vinegar
Milanese With Strawberries, Shrimp, Coconut and Balsamic Vinegar

As this is a coastal town, seafood is easily available, at highly affordable prices. On Friday evening, our little town was experiencing one of those Dixie-like storms, the kind that reminded me of our year in Raleigh, North Carolina. Powerful and dramatic, the thunders out loud and clear, like a Sunday morning hymn in a gospel church.

I love this type of storm, even though the sound of thunder scares the living daylights out of me, unlike the non-stop whimpering of the rain in the Pacific Northwest, which goes on and on and on, like the girl who never stops moaning over her unrequited love. But I digress.

Deciding that this was a perfect night for seafood and coconut soup, I opened one bottle on coconut milk, and poured its contents into the pot. Halfway through opening the second bottle, the sound of a rather expressive thunder-boomer sent reverberations through my body, causing a fountain of coconut to spray into my face with the force of the water that sprays out of the Uruguayan bidets.

So here I am with coconut milk all over my face (I know what you’re thinking, but don’t go there!) Continue reading Coconut and Electricity