These are mature coconuts that've been shorn of their outer husk (the stuff that is used for orchid potting!) and slightly seared* for a clean-cut appearance. As they are ripe fruits, the juice is not only at its sweetest but also tastier and the flesh that line the inside of the shell also thicker and crunchier - than that of young coconuts served straight off the tree in their green suit, (usually adorned with cocktail umbrellas and colorful straws.)
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(*seared = not quite accurate, pardon my frayed english. What's the word to say getting seared under a pile of hot ash?)
Here's a coconut machete. The round head got enough heft to crack the coconut shell by a couple of whacks. This one is all rusty, hasn't been used since I left for a US home visit last Xmas.
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To end with an orchid related item, here's my still blooming "orchid du jour" (pardon my french but the reality is I have given up all delusion that I can "grow" orchids. It's not them, it's me....)
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A canoply of blooms that leaves me indifferent. I'm still under the enchantment of my other phal, the ox spot harlequin. That one got soul, even with just seven blooms it managed to call me to hurry home every day. We had a whole blissful season together before it quit.
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The myth about coconuts
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