I love, love, love coconuts. I do not believe that it’s an acquired taste–you either like them or not. I like them in ice cream, in cakes (especially pancakes), on cakes, in candy, on shrimp, in frosting–or fresh coconut right from the shell.
I have great memories of strolling the International Marketplace in Waikiki with my family while eating fresh coconut ice cream on a wafered cone–a favorite of my Dad’s back then. Or eating fresh coconut right from the shell–my dad drilling holes in the “eyes” to extract the milk first.
Fondly, I remember watching my brother and other neighborhood boys climbing palm trees trying to free the coconuts loose from their hold–an endeavor that was always fruitless! But it was fun watching them spread their toes (it has to be between the big toe and the others) and reaching behind the curvy trunks to inch their way to the top. And I was so proud of my brother, being able to climb those tall palms.
Often when my husband and I are on vacation, where coconut palms are prolific, where tourists find drinking from a coconut with a straw such a novelty, where chunks of coconut still in their shells are found on roadside stands–I am reminded of Rick: shirt off, toes spread far apart, in his cuffed black dungarees climbing a coconut palm, that 50s buzz cut, his eyes concentrating but laughing, wearing a big smile on his face. I am reminded and feel sovereign rights to all the coconuts of the world.
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