Can you imagine trying to open a coconut with your bare hands? When I was around ten years old, this is exactly what I wanted to do on a humid summer day at the beach. So I started early. I went searching for a coconut that looked like it had just fallen. I found one, brought it back, and started to work! My cousin and I each had one, and we began tearing every little fiber we could get to. After about six hours, I had managed to tear off about half of the coconut’s husk. I was exhausted and my fingertips were numb, but we were determined. We continued the next day. Once we removed most of the husk, we got to the hard shell. Continue Reading!