Macaroons are made of coconut

The Doktah is allergic to garlic and coconut. I know. Garlic? Who's allergic to garlic? But that's beside the point. We were at a school of engineering seminar with a fancy schmancy reception afterwards. They had cookies, as all decent receptions ought to. Cookies and cake, that's all I ask.

So anyway, The Doktah was unfamiliar with the type of cookies they had, so she asked me to try them first because sometimes people sneak coconut into unexpected places. I bit into it, and tasted the sweet coconutty goodness of a mcaroon. I swallowed and said, "It's a macaroon. It's all coconut."

The Doktah smirked at me, and took a huge bite.

I was dumbstruck. "What are you doing?" I cried. "Spit it out!" She just grinned and kept chewing. "Spit it out! Spit it out!" I said, with growing alarm. "It's all coconut!" Finally, a look of concern passed over her face, and she spit the little that remained of the bite into her napkin. "Why did you eat it?" I said.

"I thought you were kidding," she told me. "Normally, you can see the coconut fibers in macaroons, so I thought you were being sarcastic." She got up to go rinse her mouth out.

Be that as it may, it's difficult to describe my feelings as I watched her eat the coconut macaroon. She was recklessly eating coconut, and I was helpless to stop her. All I could do was yell at her to spit it out and hope that her allergy wasn't bad enough to swell her throat closed. (It's not.)

I'm thinking of renaming this blog, "Dumb things The Doktah did in grad school."