Do you know what freshly grated coconut smells like compared with the dried packet stuff you buy in the supermarket? Once you’ve inhaled the aroma, you’re addicted. Even the soft touch of the white flesh over your fingers hints at the flavour.
In a Kariakoo market in Dar es Salaam, I spied an ebony coconut grater that I still use today. I sit on the v-centre of the wooden grater on the floor with a calming back and forth rhythm as I build up a pile of freshly grated coconut.