Not long ago, someone gave me a giant can of coconut water. This wasn’t quite as random as it sounds, because the giver knows I like coconut. Actually, I’d go so far as to say I really like it. The coconut thingies are always my favorites in a box of chocolates. I’m not fond of getting caught in the rain, but I sure do enjoy piña coladas. Have you ever learned about a person’s favorite, or collection, and made that your first association with him or her? Like—to give a totally hypothetical example that is not something I ever did—if you learn a friend collects penguins, and then every gift you give him for five years has a penguin on it. In my circle of acquaintances, this has become true for me and coconut in all its forms. Of which this is the best. Now, I know what you’re about to say: that coconut water smells pretty good, but it tastes like dirty grass clippings.* I totally agree. But it has the magic word “coconut” in the name, and thus I am occasion...
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