When I was (not so) young, quite (not) a long time ago, I would play all genre of music in my room….and make up dance routines to my favourite songs.
And I mean, full on, jumping off the edge of the bed into the air, twirling, bending, flailing my arms, lip synching to the lyrics…
If anyone had seen me, they would have thought I was having a seizure, I was that much into it. Which is why I confined myself to my room. Most times.
Once in a while, I would get goofy and want to share my expressive routine with my mom (mostly to provide that day’s entertainment) and would treat her to about three minutes of glorious hilarity.
One of my more notable routines was done to a Harry Belafonte song called “Coconut Woman“.
(I am laughing as I write this.)
In this song, Coconut Woman calls out the wonders of her wares – she promises the coconut to be rich in strengthening iron (make you strong like a lion!), it can pick you up when you are feelin’ glum (when enjoyed with a little rum!), and even has aphrodisiacal qualities!
Gotta get me some coconuuuuuuuuuutttttt!
You should have seen it.
1 cup water
3/4 cup granulated sugar
14 fl. ounces unsweetened organic coconut milk (this can be found in the asian section of most supermarkets)
To make the simple syrup, combine the water and sugar in a small saucepan over high heat until dissolved.
Remove from heat and whisk in the coconut milk until fully incorporated. Cover and chill mixture. When completley cool, pour mixture through a fine-mesh strainer into ice-cream maker and freeze according to manufacturer directions. (Trust me – do not skip the straining step – there will be little”chunks” from the coconut milk, and believe me, it would not be a pleasant surprise to chomp into a frozen bit of bitter grainy…stuff. So, strain your mixture.)
Garnish with a few pieces of unsweetened flaked coconut.
This sorbet is out of this world – a perfect, creamy burst of pure coconut in every bite. I think the photo speaks for itself – the purest of white, the purest of flavour, the purest refreshment…it is enough to make you want to dance – but, I don’t do those dance routines (so much) anymore. I think this is a happy alternative, don’t you? Now stop picturing me in a grass skirt and go make yourself some coconut sorbet.