Yes we had a coconut named Bob delivered to our house. (The things grandparents mail to their grandchildren ;). He came via US mail from sunny Hawaii. I can't imagine what our mailman must have thought placing a coconut with a face on our doorstep....
He came with a postcard telling us to take good care of him and that Grandma had a book explaining who he was. So when Grandma and Grandpa came to visit us in our old house, we learned all about coconuts. We even got a drill, stuck a straw in him and all drank the coconut water (not milk - they get that from squishing the white part - see you learn something new everyday). Most of us were so-so about the drink but Vera sucked the rest dry (she does drink her fair share of coconut milk so it was tasty to her I am sure).
Grandpa and the kiddos with "Bob"
Grandpa Bob being Coconut "Bob"
Everybody took turns taking a drink...
...and Vera finished off the job! She also was sporting her new swimsuit bottoms that Grandma brought back from Hawaii! She really likes to try things on (and I am not kidding!).
After we drank the "water" Scott slaved (and I mean slaved) and hacked to get the pineapple shucked....there is a reason they soak in the ocean to get that stuff to come off...and we all tasted the coconut - kind of crunchy and not what we expected...I think I will stick to buying coconut milk in the store and the bagged flake kind - it would be a lot of work to do all that on your own!
What a fun treat Bob was to our home, I was fully expecting tears when Bob was torn apart but the kiddos loved seeing the insides. You never know what might show up at your door....maybe A coconut named Bob!