u_vaste wrote:
are you seriously asking this? since your location is mentioned as middle USA I can somehow believe you. I hope you are not pulling someones leg. actually you do not cut coconut , you break it . and scrape it with tool. it is essential part of food along coastal regions of India. at home we use it in almost every thing in food preparation.
Well I don't need to defend Mark, he lives a wonderful life by all means.
The place he lives in is no stranger to coconuts but people tend to stick to their own food styles. We were surprised by the knowledge of his family about other cultures, as I was {< singh>} but they handle our family more than we would tackle white man's kids.<<no offense to Mark >>
And living here in big city, even us were not familiar with the style they make those meat balls, but they were yummy. And kids got along in split second, even though they were raised in totally different environments. I traveled a lot in United States and Canada and once I was in little city called Provo, Utah and I was approached by an old military guy who ask me about Nepal Battle in 1945 and Amritsar 1919 and my jaws just dropped when he told me that they were taught in school about the guy took the revenge in London.
And after 9/11 I was told to F/off the Canada here in a Tim Horten by old white lady and bunch of guys came to my defence were white on skin and told her who the hell I was <<< no offense to any one >>>.
So today people are brought lot closer by TV's and Internet and it wouldn't be long when you will be offered Saag and Roti by the people you expect them to offer you a Pizza.
Back to coconut, I never heard off bunch of fruits before I left Punjab and I ate Turhar Daal in Morina, MP. first time in my life back then. Bunch of sweets in Hariyana were called some thing different but tasted same.
Next time Mark come to Canada, I'm sure he will bearing a Turban
And knife sheath looks great, next time we wouldn't bring a coconut in discussion - Haji
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. - Edmund Burke