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Coconut has been enjoying some serious time in the spotlight these days
and I'm all for it. My parents were born in Sri Lanka, which is prime
coconut-eating territory. Coconut appears in some form in basically
every dish the island has to offer. Literally every one. Breakfast,
lunch, dinner, and dessert. Not to mention, the spoons are made of
coconut shells, the floor is cleaned with brooms made from coconut
fibers, the mats underfoot are woven coconut husks, the ubiquitous,
brutally strong liquor is fermented coconut sap, and if you’re my dapper
grandfather, your hair is slicked back with coconut oil.
I’m on the fence when it comes to crisp. Oatmeal and fruit have a very solid place in my heart. I eat a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast all year long. Even when the summer gets hot I keep eating steamy bowl after steamy bowl, swapping summer berries for wintery bananas. Oatmeal & Fruit, I’m so into you. Oatmeal Crisp, I’m skeptical.Read More
This pie made my niece cry. Not with joy or gratitude. I think it was disgust.She’s three. I didn’t take it personally. (Well, maybe just a smidge.) You see there’s a little secret to a neat, sliceable berry pie. Once it comes out of the oven it has to sit and wait for hours and hours. Too many hours. It must remain untouched for way too long, torturing all that pass with its sweet, buttery, berry smells, so that it can relax, cool down, and firm up.