Coconuts! What would we be without these furry centre-fresh arecaceae?
As you hold your first paycheck, what else can help you express that unique exuberance better than smashing that coconut in front of the tiny Ganesha idol at the street corner, listening to the sharp crack and feeling the gentle splash of the water on your face?
The buttery gastronomic high of coconut chutney, the nostalgia of Koka Naka toffees and the versatility of coconut oil (from greasing doors to frying fish): This member of genus coco is indispensable, irreplaceable and pure awesome.
I love you, dear coconut. I shall celebrate your existence with a plate of barfi (snowy), which, in my opinion, is the most aptly named mithai in the world.
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