Pinay mom parenting her Caucasian/Filipino daughter in suburban America.
I’m not the only one getting pampered with a morning supply of fresh coconut.
At my sister’s house in Angono, the coconut vendor comes around.

He chooses a coconut based on what you want. The amount and sweetness of the water and the thickness and texture of the meat depends on the maturity of the coconut. My brother-in-law prefers coconut water that’s slightly sweet with meat that is “mala-uhog” - literally translated “like-snot.”

He cracks it open and collects the water into a plastic bag.

Then, he completely slice it open and shaves off the meat.

The meat goes into the same bag, gets tied off and my brother-in-law takes it back into the house, to be transferred to a container and sugar added to it.
I prefer mine without sugar.
Mary is my "I'm Not a Baby!" daughter and this is my blog about her and our life in suburban America. Parenting tales, our travels and travails, forays into great and not-so-great restaurants, kitchen adventures--- all chronicled with as much photos as you can stand. Comments are very much appreciated --- let me know you dropped by! Thank you.
Toni
May 13th, 2008 at 10:01 am
Hi V! I’ve changed my blog URL.
Heads up!
Oh fresh buko! I love that. Mmmmmm. I remember I’d freeze the juice and shave them off with a spoon. A refreshing merienda.