Coconut and I have an on-and-off relationship
I can remember it distinctly.
An 11”x13” cake pan, perfectly filled with the cooked contents of a boxed vanilla sponge cake, nestled underneath a generous layer of freshly applied canned, vanilla frosting. The pure essence of Betty Crocker emitting from it the longer it sat atop the stove, just waiting to be enjoyed.
Then, in an innocent attempt at improving what was most certainly already a satisfactory confection, it was ruined. All it took was a single scoop of flaked coconut, sprinkled generously across the span of the cake by its maker (who shall go un-named), to bring its desirability down to a complete zero. But I couldn’t turn away after just that. No, I had to see this cake through and at the very least give it a chance. After all, it wasn’t the cake’s fault, it didn’t ask for this. So I tried one bite.
No. Absolutely not.
Any tolerance I may of previously had for coconut was eliminated. From that day forward I could no longer condone any coconut substances to pass through my mouth, and silently questioned why anyone would whenever I witnessed someone indulging in a form of sustenance with traces of the tropical fruit.
Then gradually as time wore on, and so did my tastebuds, coconut somehow found a way to creep into my life. Starting out first with oil, then moving up to milk, and eventually graduating to the dried, shredded variety. It would only make sense for me to like coconut considering my affinity for almost all nut varieties, especially peanuts, but for some reason it has taken me a long time to come around to it and I know I’m not alone in this. It’s a tricky food to get ahold of and enjoying it in it’s most pure and natural form takes skill. So instead it requires consumption à la some kind of byproduct, like coconut water (which I know that I straight-up do not like at all), a tropical cocktail or incorporating it into baked goods.
I do go through phases though where the thought of opting for a coconut laced consumable seems like the worst decision imaginable. Not sure how to predict when these periods of distaste pop-up, but when they do they are quite stubborn.
Currently I’m feeling so-so about coconut. It has been inconsistent lately, and I’m starting to have trust issues. The taste just isn’t worth it for me right now.
I don’t need that kind of flakiness in my life.