There used to be palm trees around the lake in the town I lived in. They were mostly there for decoration, but a couple times a year, coconuts would fall on the ground. No one knew what to do with them, so they just stayed there until the city cleaned them up.

After he realized no one else was going to do anything with them, my dad collected them all and ripped the husks off using a metal fence. He had a lung condition, so he didn’t have an easy time doing it and got all sweaty and red by the end. He came up with this recipe for a pie from the coconut, and handed it out to everyone at church when he was done making it.