Fresh coconut adorned the top of every tropical fruit salad during my two months in Bali Indonesia. Mango, papaya, banana, and coconut palm trees provided abundant fruit at each guesthouse I stayed at in Bali. I became spoiled with the luxury of fresh from the tree fruit salads each morning for breakfast, along with the standard thermos of tea and a bowl of sugar cubes.
I met several women from Japan during my stay at Agung Bungalows and I remember sharing in the courtyard buffet upon the grass. One of the staff at the guesthouse kindly offered to climb the palm tree and retrieve for us a few fresh coconuts to make our midday snack.
When I returned to Calgary in the summer of 1993 I missed the fruit salad and tea for breakfast. My attempts to replicate the tropical fruit salad failed. I grated the coconut myself. But nothing compares to straight from the tree fresh fruit. Organically grown. On the tropical island of Bali.
Sitting on a beach, being soothed by the sight and sound of the waves rolling in, that’s difficult to replicate in Calgary too.