A WONDERFUL DAY

Those of you who have the brain capacity to remember only 5 exciting events may remember my coconut butter fiasco at the end of September.  In case you missed it: I spent $13 on a jar of coconut butter, tried to liquefy it more by heating it in the microwave and caused it to seize, which resulted in a coconut crumble/brick.  Well, I finally rolled up my sleeves and scraped that mother out of the jar. 

It took a long while.  The coconut puck at the bottom was especially difficult to remove and I envisioned my hand getting stuck in the cocojar forever.  This mental picture entertained me for quite some time (See: lovechild between Buster Bluth and DJ Tanner's babysitting charge who gets his head stuck in the railing.  Yes, that's what the inside of my brain looks like).

There was a scorched section at the bottom of the coconut puck, which I tried to break off, but let's just say that this jar has an accord of "(very, very) toasted coconut".

I dumped the contents of the cocojar into my new* food processor, added a tablespoon or so of coconut oil to thin it out, and gave it a whirl.  It crumbled.  It clumbed.  It balled and clunked around!  And then?  it got creamy and dreamy.  It sort of a weird color on account of the scorching, but it tastes great and it spreads!

And that's the story of how I salvaged the $13 (never again) jar of coconut butter.




*Oh yeah.  Back in March, my sad food processor met its maker (who goes by the name of "Lord God Hamilton Beach", I think) after an unfortunate run in with some veggie burger batter.  Jake very kindly gifted me his Cuisinart food processor, which is shiny and built like a brick shithouse.