Can you imagine trying to open a coconut with your bare hands? When I was around ten years old, this is exactly what I had set to do on a humid summer day at the beach. 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. We continued the next day. Once we removed most of the husk, we got to the hard shell. Continue Reading!