While growing up, I ate plenty of coconuts because it was planted in the front yard. I watched my father crack the nut severally with his machete and then de-husked and gave us the flesh to eat. We just watched with keen interest. We ate both matured and Immatured ones. They all tasted good to us.
I’m dedicating today’s post to my mother and to celebrate mother’s day, I made her favorite milk.
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