The mad coconut gambit

Cracked open a coconut in Central Park today.  Previously, I drained the liquid from a hole I poked in one of the “eyes” — so far, so good.  The next few nights were spent alternately smacking the shell with the blunt edge of a cleaver and dropping the nut on the floor.  Sadly, this did nothing to liberate its sweet, delectable meat. 

Finally, at lunchtime today, I walked the whole contraption to Central Park in a handy eco-friendly tote bag, which I then swung by the handles to smash its contents against a rock with all the centrifugal force I could muster.  Success – and lunch!