I don't like coconut water at all. DH loves it. He has fond memories of it from his childhood summer days in his grandparents village in India.
He buys it from Costco now and seems to like it.
My not so fond memory of it is at his village. We had driven there to get blessings from the family and reached there on a hot summer afternoon at 2'o clock. As a new bride, I received a lot of attention and fussing, and a guy was sent off to get some fresh coconuts. I was offered a neatly cut and scraped coconut to drink out off. I insisted I wasn't thirsty, but people thought I was being polite. I held it for a few minutes, and while I was eyeing it trying to figure out how to take a sip from it without ruining my new clothes, one of the women brought a glass and transferred the coconut water into the glass. I took a sip and almost gagged. There were half a dozen kids there watching me and giggling. Thankfully, DH walked in to ask something, and all the women and kids stepped out respectfully. I had him gulp it quickly, and sat down holding the glass by the time they came back in. One woman asked how I liked it, and I said it was sweet and pretty good. Out she went, and I could hear her telling the the guy in the yard to cut another one and get it ready as I had really liked it....
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