in effort to cure the boredom and impending insanity that accompanies being quarantined, we busted out a coconut, stabbed (literally stabbed) a hole in it, popped in some straws, and dreamed that it would take us to exotic places.
i must have forgotten that when i lived in thailand, i hated drinking coconut for the first 6 months i was there, and then magically loved it. i'm guessing this love/hate relationship is back to the first stage...
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I think the culprit is lack of freshness ... it is HARD to find a good coconut here!
So funny because when I read the first part I thought, "Ew. Gross! Coconut milk/water tastes like sweat. Why on earth would they be drinking that nastiness?!" And then I scrolled down and read the rest. :) That stuff is sick.
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