Clean, cool, subtly flavoured, thirst quenching, full of electrolytes and all other manner of good things.
There is nothing quite as refreshing as a drinking coconut, cold as cold could be, a straw size hole chunked out of the tender coconut by dexterous use of an ancient looking machete.
If you’re really lucky, you get a nice gel-like fleshy lining to your coconut, a very fine layer can be played around with with your straw, pushing through some tracks of coconut into the straw’s end and then sucking it out from that end. It’s the colour of rice vermicelli, an almost translucent white. It’s the colour of a teeth whitening advert. There won’t be a huge amount, but it’ll keep you amused for about five minutes or so.
But the real privilege comes with a thick coconut flesh lining, the same translucent white, the same taste, just thicker, almost lunch in its own right. You sort of know when it’s a thick lining. Back it goes to the man with the machete (generally, it’s a man here, but I have seen a machete wielding coconut slayer in Kerala, and nobody would have messed with her), who performs a karate chop with said machete to split the coconut into two, then back it comes to you with a spoon to scrape out the coconut flesh. The Keralan coconut lady provided an old bit of dry coconut shell to use as the scraper, like an Indian version of the French using a mussel shell as the spoon for the rest of the mussels in the bowl.
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts.
I should coco.
Do the Hokey Cokey, that’s what it’s all about.