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kaunis-sielu · 4 years ago

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October 16: Purple

“Doll? You home?” Steve calls as he enters the house.

“I’m in the shop.” You call back and you hear his footsteps come down the stairs. You finish wrapping the bouquet you’re working on then turn to face him. “Hi handsome.” You say raising up on your toes to give him a quick kiss, “what’s up?”

“Got you somethin’ today.”

“Oh?” You put the flowers back into the bucket and turn to face him.

“Yup,” he smiles down at you before pulling a bouquet from behind his back. “Don’t worry, I bought them wholesale from one of your suppliers and had Clint arrange them.” He always feels guilty when he buys you flowers because he doesn’t want to buy them from you because it makes more work for you but he also doesn’t want to support your competitors.

“Thank you, I love the different shades of purple.”

“Good. I was also hoping that we could go out for dinner tonight?”

“I’ve been working a bit much lately huh?” You ask leaning back against your work table.

“Doll you fell asleep down here two nights ago.”

“I know, I know.” You grumble and he tugs you toward him,

“You don’t have to work so hard, you know I’ve got you.”

“And you know that I’m not just gonna be some little housewife. It’s just not what I want to do.”

“I know, but you can’t keep working yourself into exhaustion.” He argues and it’s your turn to sigh.

“I’ll cut back to four days a week and look into hiring someone for one night a week.”

“What about MJ? She’s a hard worker and is around the shop enough.”

“That’s true, I’ll talk to her about it.”

“I’m giving you one hour then you get an hour to get ready. We’ve got reservations so we are leaving in exactly 2 hours.”

“Okay bossy.” You tease and he gives your hip a little pinch.

“I picked up a dress for you, it’s hanging in the bathroom.”

“That was sweet of you. Where are we going?”

“Viz has a new place that’s opening tonight.”

“So no being late.”

“If you aren’t ready in one hour and fifty-six minutes I’m taking you in whatever clothing you’re wearing.” He warns as his phone starts to ring and you know he isn’t kidding because he’s done it before. It was during the Valentine’s Day rush and you’d ignored his warnings that he’d bring you to the event if you were ready or not. You’d been carried out of the house, over his shoulder, in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. What you hadn’t known was that he’d packed you an outfit and after one of your rare fights you’d gotten changed and joined the party.

That had been a bad weekend, you’d refused to stay at the house and had stayed at the shop instead. But you’d come to an understanding and after a good conversation you’d made sure that he knew that was unacceptable and he made sure that you knew somethings were extremely important to the family.

You take another half hour to work then go get ready for dinner. Steve had picked out this beautiful deep purple dress that went to mid-thigh and fit your curves perfectly. You paired it with black heels and a black cropped jacket and were ready to go with two minutes to spare.

“Damn Doll. You look gorgeous.”

“My fiancé knows how to pick a dress.” You tell him and he chuckles softly before holding out a hand for yours. You take it and he presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, a small smile on his face. God you can’t wait to spend your life with him.

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gatoiska · 4 years ago

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On Love

No wait, that’s fear. On fear: Our professor handed out our topics. I got the tiny, one-lined paper: love. I drew the shortest straw.

Here’s the Polaroid: Three sisters dressed in traditional Nicaraguan nightgowns, pink and embroidered. Three stupid girls smiling.

Angela’s not my sister but I called her so. We often broke lose at Costco, wandering into unknown aisles, treating it as a playground. We sampled frozen foods and boxed juice. We hid within the oversized warehouse aisles. It was Fast Times at Costco’s Wholesale.

Fact: Costco began requiring parents to accompany their children to the samples line because of us. You’re welcome.

Love is fascinating, obscure. I lack the ability to express it properly. I cannot express much unless it’s the expression of lacking expression.

Angela raided through my closet, my drawers, my purses, my cabinets, my insides taking it all apart and demanding more, stripping me clean. Our love was parasitic but we were each other’s host.

Frida painted herself a parasite that sucked her heart. They held hands.

Angela and I held hands at Costco. We ran through the unknown realm of oversized shampoo bottles. We headed to the area with all the toys and dreamt of possibilities. We skipped through the candy and sweets’ aisle and begged for Oreos and Jolly Ranchers.

The first time I donated blood I was 16.

Biology says we’re not parasitic but symbiotic.

Emily, my baby cousin, is dead at four.

I fear all things irrationally. I fear mice, and butterflies, and birds, and elevators, and walking in the sun, and having people all around me, and math, and counting, and being held accountable for my counting, and, and, and…

Alcohol fixes it all.

I became an organ donor at 17.

Biology doesn’t know Angela and me so it cannot call us symbiotic. Grandma said, “smile.” Click: The three pink-dressed sisters, never happy, consumed each other to stay alive.

Emily died when her organs failed; I never did anything. She needed more than blood or organs.

Frida let her parasitic twin suck the life out of her. She donated it all. They’re connected by the artery that pumps both hearts. Angela and I took turns absorbing each other.

My heart is being sucked dry by the new one holding my hand, the youngest of the pink-dressed girls. Her dimpled smile, extinct, faded into a distant dream.

I fear love, irrationally. It makes helpless parasites of us all.

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the-end-of-art · 5 years ago

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Two persimmons, getting old

The Coat by EJ Koh

My mother’s regular department store was 32 floors tall. Thirty-two floors of luxury goods in Bundang, Seoul, each department happy to accept her credit cards gifted by my father’s company. Beyond the department store’s three golden, rotating entrance doors were playrooms, cafés, movie theaters, designer stores, and wedding halls. The floors above were divided into beauty, clothing, home, electronics, and books. In the basement, the discount and returns section of the store, paper won passed between shoppers and clerks. Nearby, nuptials from the hall; gunfire from the cinema.

My mother told me to call the girls working the clothing floor sisters. They greeted my mother with high, zesty voices ringing around the endless corners. The girls wore navy blue suit jackets with stiff collars and navy blue skirts and heels. Every hair was waxed, combed into a bun; every lip a bright red. The girls wore clean white gloves to handle expensive items. They turned their wrists in dove-winged gestures to direct my mother ahead, offering her a reduced price on a “hot item” bag and complimentary face masks. They said to her, “Hello again, dear customer” and “Please ask us anything” and “Come in, take your time” and “Welcome to our store” and “We have everything you’re looking for.”

I barely stood on both feet, instead shifting my weight from one to the other, and I slouched. When the girls bowed to me, their mouths could not hide their apprehension at my wrestling shoes and my hoodie. They recognized me as a wealthy daughter who studied abroad and wore torn jeans and spoke English.

I stared into the shop. Shiny displays of black dresses; cardigans for summer modesty. A feeling arose within me: I loved this place and its fineness. My heart landed on one lovely thing, then another. White scalloped tops on wooden hangers. Chiffon ruffle blouses on mannequins. Cream leather jackets with silver zippers. Meanwhile, my mother stormed through the shop as if it were a street market.

My fingertips grazed a shark tooth–patterned coat. Teal and black pulsated through the coat’s body, all of it lined in silk. The collar was stiff and structured. The sleeves widened at the bottom—a touch of whimsy.

The shopgirl came up to me. Grinning, she must have believed she had caught a fish—not the mother but her daughter. Two inches shorter than me with an uncomplicated beauty, she was better suited for the coat than I was. Folding her gloved hands at her waist, she said, “The color’s unique. It’s eye-catching, don’t you think?”

“Thank you, sister. It’s on sale,” I said to help her cause.

“Because it’s a coat from this past winter.” She raised the coat to eye level in front of us. “It’s too attractive to pass up, both the coat and the price.”

“It’s bold, sister,” I said, keeping up with her formality.

“You can’t not look at it, can you?” She showed the back of the coat. “If no one bought it, I wanted it for myself. I admired it like a lover, and here you’ve come to take it.”

“Really?” I asked.

“I’m jealous,” she said, and ran her fingers along the seam. “The coat stands out and so do you. You’re meant for each other.”

I bowed, prepared to leave her department. But my mother, far ahead on the walkway, spun around to face me. Retracing her steps, she entered the section. The girl kept her back to my mother, seemingly ignoring her, but addressing me clearly so that she could hear. “You look so young, and your Korean sounds delicate,” she said to me. “What’s your name?”

My mother laughed. “This is my daughter.”

The girl held her hands higher on her waist. “She looks just like you, ma’am.”

“Really, is that true?” my mother asked. “Of course, it makes me happy.”

“She’s not like the girls here,” she said. “Was she born here?”

“My daughter was born in America—it keeps her innocent.”

“Oh, I can see it,” the girl said. “She must have no bad thoughts at all.”

My mother clapped once. “If she got lost here, she’d be gone forever!”

The girl said, “You know how they say everything—”

“Everything comes to the surface eventually!”

My mother scrutinized the coat. She shook it out as if it was laundry fresh from the dryer. “Only my daughter would pick this one.” She was using her mother wit for a bargain, and my job was to notice it.

“Your daughter has good taste,” the girl said in reply.

“This looks cheap, like wholesale,” my mother said. “What’s the original price?”

The girl presented the tag with two hands.

My mother looked impressed. “This ratty old thing?”

“It’s one of a kind,” the girl said to her. “Hand-sewn.”

My mother scoured for loose threads and a discount.

“Let’s go,” I said to my mother, who was unaware of the other shoppers and their glances our way. “I don’t need it, sister. Thank you—”

My mother’s nails pinched my forearm. “Hold on,” she said to me. “Give me a second.”

The next words mattered. The girl said to her, “Your daughter is so lucky to have a mother like you.”

My mother nodded approvingly. “Let’s do a bigger cut, off the price—”

“Oh, I’m a shopgirl,” she said. “You know I can’t haggle like that—”

“Whatever you can, I’ll give you cash—”

“Please, don’t fuss. This isn’t a place for that—”

“Tell me the price again?” My mother counted new, clean bills. “I’ll come back to your shop again with my friends next week, and we’ll each buy something.”

The girl sighed. “Are you sure?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“OK, fine,” she said. “Since you’re a special customer.”

“I won’t forget it,” my mother said.

The girl wrapped the coat in a bag. “Oh, I can’t spit on a smiling face.”

“Yes, you’ve made us smile.” My mother eased up and took the girl’s hand. “You’re so smart and fast. You’re a good girl. You don’t say too much, you don’t give too much.”

The sale finished, the girl’s shoulders relaxed. She pulled me to her side, as though we were friends holding hands. I thought this was how it must feel to have a sister. “Your daughter speaks Korean?” she asked my mother. “She speaks both, it’s impressive.”

“This,” my mother said, raising the bag with the coat, “is the most expensive thing I ever bought her. She doesn’t live in California like I do here. It’s hard to take money and move it across the world. It’s easier to move people.”

“Then your daughter should wear it out.”

My mother nodded gratefully as the girl swapped my hoodie with the coat. She guided me into the sleeves, one after the other, then gave me a tie to pull my hair back.

“How is it?” the girl asked me. “Do you feel refreshed?”

“Oh, oh, she’s starting to look like me,” my mother said. “Do you see?”

“It’s her eyes,” she said. “Your daughter has the best of both. She’ll grow up to have a glamorous figure, like an American. When she came in today, I could tell she was different. She has so much ki. You can’t help but notice. The girls are curious. They were saying, ‘How mysterious!’ ‘How quiet, solemn, dark-skinned. Can she be so young?’ ”

“It’s my fault.” My mother took the bag with the hoodie, tucked it under her arm. “It’s all my doing. I made her suffer too much. I didn’t know what to give her, so I gave her pain. She’s lovely, isn’t she?”

“She is pure,” the girl comforted her.

“You’ve suffered too,” my mother said to her. “Whose poor daughter are you?”

“My parents are missionaries,” she said. “I’ll marry and move into my husband’s house to live with his parents the day before my waist thickens but no sooner.”

My mother patted her head. “You have a lucky forehead. You’ll have many suitors. And you’re right to wait. Nobody loves you like your mother. Not your father, not your husband, and not your children. While your parents are alive, eat as much of their love as you can, so it can sustain you for the rest of your life.”

In the shop’s oval mirror, the coat embraced me.

“What a reduction,” the girl said to me. “You’re lucky to have a mother like her.”

My mother said, “There was one woman, prettier than anyone. It was my own mother. Back in the old days, you couldn’t hide beauty. In those plain huts, dirt roads, can you imagine how she stood out? It was impossible to live in the countryside. She died young and tragically.” My mother squeezed my hand in hers. “I was a little girl when she died, and she left me to live without her.”

For an early dinner, we hunted for barbecued duck. My mother drove outside the city, past a construction site, onto an uphill road, through a forest of pale-limbed trees with thin branches that pointed to the sky. Where the road narrowed, we came to a hidden driveway and a two-story restaurant on wooden stilts.

The duck was presented in neat rows of thin slices, sunning on our floor table. Pointing to the new coat I was wearing, my mother would not let me cook. Using metal chopsticks, she rested a slice over the grill, charred it on each side, dipped the cooked slice into a sweet mustard, and fed it to me. Tender, rich, and smoky. Driving here no longer seemed out of the way. Our iced coffees were $10 each.

“Slow down,” my mother said. “You’re going to choke.”

“Let’s order more,” I said, feeling more awake. “More mustard, too.”

“Are you starving yourself at home?”

I did not tell her that I ate cookies, chips, cereal, and emptied the cupboards. Even as I felt pain in my stomach, I wanted more. The first time I made myself throw up, at the age of 16, I felt relief. From then on it was normal for me to go on eating, then undo what I had done. There were tooth marks on my knuckles; my jaw was swollen.

For all I knew, I was the only person in the world throwing up my food. Only I could feel the bones of my feet in my shoes; only I saw my nails feather at the tips and felt scared when I noticed a piece of my throat, a strip of flesh, sinking to the bottom of the toilet bowl. I had told myself that I would not do it while staying with my mother.

The waitress kneeled at our table and hugged me, causing my chopsticks to clatter to the floor. She removed new ones from her apron, set them on the table, and said, “I feel like I’m seeing a ghost. I have listened to your mother talk about you for hours. She had to bring you out here just to prove to me that you were real. She didn’t pay you, did she?”

The waitress, who looked to be in her 40s, had wrinkles around her mouth. Women with sons have this face, my mother once told me. While you can fight with your daughter, you must bite your tongue in front of your son.

She scooted right next to me and warned me about my mother’s friends, or the wives of my father’s friends: “Those people, they’ll see a girl like you, take you to a place like this, then get you drunk and bring you home to one of their mansions, and they’ll trap you and lock you in a room with one of their lonely sons!”

My mother laughed. She used to be a waitress and must often have found herself friendlier with waitstaff than she was with my father’s friends and their wives. “Young women,” she said, “are more valuable than men these days.”

“God,” the waitress said, slapping the floor. “They’d be overjoyed to get her pregnant and then force her to marry their sons. Then they’d get a daughter and a grandchild. A daughter to order around, a grandchild to show off.”

“It wasn’t always like that,” said my mother.

While you can fight with your daughter, you must bite your tongue in front of your son.

“Praise the Lord,” said the waitress.

“Do you like her new coat?” my mother asked.

“It’s true what they say,” the waitress said to me. “Your clothes are your wings.”

The waitress shifted from a kneel to a squat, dug into her back pocket, and slid an envelope across the floor. My mother bowed to her, gathered the envelope, and transferred it into a larger envelope inside her purse.

“My husband’s friend’s wife wants to meet my daughter tonight,” my mother said. They both acted as though the envelope had not passed between them. “She’s buying us barbecued eel. That woman has an elevator in her house!”

The waitress clapped her hands. “What a lonely woman to beg!”

“Pity is the path to mutuality,” said my mother.

“Oh, screw pity. She has an elevator!”

My mother drove to her regular bathhouse, which we entered through a parking garage so far underground that you could feel the air cooling. We emerged from an elevator. She paid at the front desk. The woman set out two sets of shirts and shorts to sweat in, and towels. We rinsed in the showers. We soaked inside the pools. The steam rose, filigree above our shoulders in the shape of white swans. On spa tables, our bodies were scrubbed raw and rolls of dead skin collected beneath us.

I asked my mother about the envelope. My mother’s friends saved for big purchases by adding each month to a pot, and one of them received the gye payout on a rotating basis. The women had chosen my mother to be their collector and distributor. She was good with numbers in her head at the market.

Her eyes were closed. “With my payout?” she asked me. “I send it to my brothers. I left you and your brother to come here and be with my side of the family. But I don’t know how their lives can be so difficult. How can they live so poorly? How can I ask your dad for money to help my brothers? My brothers are too proud.” She took a towel and put it over her face. Through the cloth, she said, “So, I send my brothers’ wives bags of rice. I give envelopes of money to their children. If our own mother hadn’t died so young, maybe things would’ve been different. How can they lead such unfortunate lives?”

Our bodies were flipped onto our sides and the scrubbing resumed.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” she said to me. “I don’t know—”

“Who cares, you feel bad,” I said.

“Listen to you,” she said, sharply. “Koreans don’t say ‘who cares’ to their mothers. One day, you’ll have a daughter who treats you like you treat me.”

We rinsed ourselves with ginseng body wash. Then, we headed to the outside main room with an ondol-heated floor in our shirts and shorts. We entered the clay room and left after a short time. We crawled into a dome-shaped stone sauna and sat on the floor. My mother apologized. “You’re old enough to be my friend,” she said.

“You have a lot of friends.”

She said, “My friend from college, Hae Won. We tried to be news anchors.”

“News anchors?” I asked. “You never talked about it.”

“Because you see me now, but if you saw me then I was good, really.” She wiped her sweat off. She motioned for me to do the same. “My mother was good at everything.”

“Did you pass the audition?”

“I did,” my mother said, “but Hae Won didn’t.”

“And you became a news anchor?”

“No, Hae Won lied. She told me I didn’t pass either.”

“What?” I said. “That makes no sense.”

“My dad never let me out of the house. Hae Won checked the results for us and said that we didn’t make it. The broadcasting station was waiting. They called me to tell me they couldn’t wait any longer. After a month, they had hired somebody else.”

“Koreans don’t say ‘who cares’ to their mothers. One day, you’ll have a daughter who treats you like you treat me.”

“Are you still friends with her?” I asked.

“I am,” she said. “Two persimmons, getting old.”

“What—why?”

“Let’s drink something delicious,” my mother said.

She charged my sweet rice drink to her tab. The ice was refreshing in the hot rooms. I kept one cube under my tongue. My mother led me into the charcoal room. She poured water over the heated rocks in the corner. We shuffled onto the floor and sat facing one another.

“You know Hae Won? The one who lies?” my mother said after a silence. “I already told you that her daughter is a news anchor. Do you remember? We see her on TV. She has short hair and a button nose. She’s prettier in person. We watch her on variety shows and news broadcasts. I go to see Hae Won and we record them together. One time, this was in front of my friends, I asked if she thought my daughter could pass for a news anchor. Hae Won said my daughter’s face is too big for the screen. Your face needs to fit inside a CD disc to look good on television. From your forehead to your chin.”

I measured my face with my palm for the first time.

“How many people can cover their face with a disc?” she asked.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be friends.”

“You think so?”

I nodded, but she disagreed.

“God is fair,” she said, and clasped our hands together. “Hae Won had a stroke. Half her face melted off, and it sags down past her chin. When she smiles, it bends into a sneer. You see, God is vengeful so we don’t have to be.”

At the end of our time at the bathhouse, I put on my coat and followed my mother into the parking garage where she fed her ticket into a machine. We drove home in silence. After we got out of the car, we went for a walk around the Tancheon tributary.

I worried about whether I ought to take off my coat or wear it casually on the walking path along the river. I feared my mother might admire me wearing it and express her satisfaction. But I felt it would be worse to put the coat away. When I asked my mother about her own mother, she said, “How fun would it have been if my mother was here with us? We would scrub each other’s backs, like baby monkeys sitting in a neat row.”

“She would be the most beautiful.”

My mother laughed. “She had a big face, but it was a beautiful big face. And she’d never let you leave the department store with just one coat. She would’ve bought you a dozen.” Then she tugged my sleeve. “If you ever get sick of wearing this, give it to me. I’ll save it for you, and one day, you’ll think about it and ask me for it. You’ll say, ‘Oh, that coat from then!’ When you put it on, you’ll feel like it’s brand new.”

“I feel refreshed,” I said. “Do I remind you of her?”

“Your brother tells me that you’re strong and you never cry,” my mother said. She smiled sadly. “You know how my mother is dead? Do you think she feels lonely?”

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linbroinc · 6 years ago

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Here Are The 14 Coconut Products People Are Consuming Right Now

People associate coconuts with tropical vacations and foods. Botanically, coconuts are known as dry drupes or a one-seeded drupe. A drupe is a fruit with one seed in the center, and other drupes include olives or peaches. The coconut is often referred to as a nut, a fruit, and a seed because of the seed it contains.

Coconuts are known for their versatility. The term comes from the 16th-century Spanish or Portuguese word “coco” meaning skull or head. They are unique because of the clear liquid they contain known as coconut water or milk.

Manufacturers process coconuts for oil and milk. They are edible on their own when ripe. You can even make charcoal from the shell. Dried coconut is commonly known as copra and often eaten.

People use coconut leaves and shells for decorating and furnishings. Coconut even has religious and cultural importance in some societies such as India.

General Coconut Health Benefits

Once criticized by dieticians because of its high-fat content, people are now looking at the potential health benefits of coconuts. We used to utilize coconut in candy bars and sugary mixed drinks, but today we use this fruit for other purposes, too.

Coconut has gained popularity over the years as a healthy alternative to dairy milk. We now cook with coconut oil, add it to our oatmeal and coffee, blend coconut into smoothies, and hydrate with coconut water. People are even linking coconut to the word “superfood” though there is no scientific evidence supporting this use.

Coconut is a great source of satisfying and digestion-friendly fiber. It also contains essential vitamins and minerals such as iron, vitamin B6, manganese, magnesium, selenium, copper, and zinc. Lauric acid is a primary component in coconut’s saturated fat content and it’s known to assist in raising HDL or good cholesterol.

Coconut water also contains potassium that regulates blood pressure and helps to balance the body’s sodium levels. Coconut flour is a popular alternative to white flour for people following gluten-free diets. There are 5 g of fiber in 2 Tbsp of coconut flour. According to the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics, it is not more hydrating than regular water, however.

Coconut Products and Latest Trends

Coconut trees can grow in a variety of soils but typically grow in tropical or humid climates. The top 5 countries that produce coconuts are India, Indonesia, Brazil, the Philippines, and Sri Lanka. Small-scale farmers usually harvest coconut.

Most retailers would go through a distributor/importer to purchase coconut products in bulk and/or wholesale from countries that export the most coconut products. Companies such as Linbro that specialize in locating and procuring high-quality products can help locate the right suppliers for you.

For the general consumer, many of these coconut products are available in ethnic or local grocery stores. You can always contact local ethnic or specialty stores to see if they carry coconut foods. If they don’t often these stores can tell you where you might find them.

Common local grocery stores such as Martins and Kroger carry more unique products than ever before. Amazon, Thrive Market, and Publix are other great places to find common coconut products as well as specialty foods.

Raw Coconut

The term copra refers to the coconut extracted for use in food. They also contain milk and water that people cook with and eat alone. It’s a refreshing drink, and you can cook with coconut oil. Coconut shrimp is a trendy seafood dish found in beachy and tropical areas. Coconut is also an excellent additive to make recipes and food sweet such as granola bars.

Cooks bake with coconut since it’s a great ingredient for coconut pies and cookies. It also goes in many mixed drink recipes and flavors some alcohol such as Parrot Bay and Malibu.

Coconut Aminos

Coconut Aminos are a popular and healthy alternative to soy sauce. It’s an umami, savory seasoning created from coconut blossom sap that’s fermented and vegan salt that is gluten and soy-free. Coconut Aminos are great for those on a diet low in sodium because they have 65 percent less sodium than traditional tamari or soy sauce. The taste is sweet- and salty with a buttery note.

Use it as a dip for your sushi, a marinade for poultry and meat, seasoning for salad dressings, stews, and soups, as well as a substitution for soy sauce in Asian dishes. This sauce is popular for those on the paleo diet.

Coconut Cream

Coconut cream is a condensed, delicious cream similar to coconut milk but less watery. The difference is much like that between whole milk and cream. With a mild, coconut flavor its consistency is paste-like. Coconut cream has a higher fat content than coconut milk and is a little sweet.

This cream is a great product to add to smoothies, shakes, and Pina Coladas. Many Southeast Asian cultures use coconut cream as a mainstay ingredient such as Singapore, Thailand, Cambodia, Indonesia, and Vietnam. Its also used in Polynesian recipes. Examples of recipes are Coconut Curry Sauce, Thai Fish or Chicken Curry, Coconut Cream Pie, and Coconut-Chocolate Mousse.

Coconut Milk

Unlike the name suggests, coconut milk is not a dairy product. It’s almost as creamy, however. You obtain coconut milk by shredding a mature coconut’s fruit, mixing it with water, and pureeing it. Afterward, strain the milk to eliminate any pulp. Coconut milk is not the same as coconut water that comes from green, immature coconuts.

Use coconut milk as a healthy substitute for dairy in smoothies, cereal, tea, and more. It’s also great for the paleo diet.

Coconut milk promotes healthy metabolism and heart health. It also reduces inflammation and fights bacteria and viruses. It’s vegan-friendly and reduces stomach ulcers.

Coconut Water

This water packs more potassium than 4 bananas and is naturally cholesterol and fat-free. Many athletes use it as a natural sports drink instead of commercial ones sold today. Coconut water is an excellent way to hydrate your body and help with kidney stones and hangovers.

This sweet, nutty water comes from inside the coconut and its easy to digest with electrolytes and sugar. Coconut water comes from young coconuts before they mature fully.

This water can possibly lower your blood pressure and replenish electrolytes that you lose when you are sick in cases of diarrhea. Coconut water is versatile, packed with nutrients, combats diabetes, contains healthy anti-oxidants, and much more.

Coconut Whipping Cream

If you’re allergic to dairy-based whipped cream then coconut whipped cream is for you. Its vegan-friendly as well as gluten and soy-free. This whipped cream comes from coconut milk and is more concentrated than traditional whipped cream.

Dip fruits in it and use it in recipes to replace dairy whipped cream. You can also top smoothies and coffees with this delicious cream. Thai Kitchen Coconut Cream is a great brand that is decadent and creamier for richer smoothies, curries, and soups.

Coconut cream promotes a healthy metabolism and heart health. It fights bacteria and viruses and reduces inflammation in the body.

Condensed Coconut Milk

People who are lactose intolerant as well as paleos and vegans love condensed coconut milk because of the flexibility it offers with recipes. Manufacturers make condensed coconut milk from the shredded flesh of fully mature coconuts. The flesh mixes with water to create the finished product but requires more water to make it palatable for recipe use.

Replace traditional condensed milk with the coconut version, and chefs love it for making coconut whipping cream. It also adds richness to slow-roasted ribs or chicken thighs.

Like the other coconut products, it promotes heart health and a healthy metabolism. Condensed coconut cream is soy, gluten, and lactose-free.

Dairy Free Coconut Milk Beverage

These delicious, rich drinks bring the same health benefits as other coconut products and are great for a creamy drink to-go. Coconut milk beverages are very portable and are excellent alternatives for students that live in small spaces.

So Delicious has tasty coconut milk beverages that you can drink alone or mix in recipes and coffee. Their products don’t contain, gluten, nuts, soy, or dairy making them a great drink for people with allergies. These products allow people who are lactose intolerant to enjoy creamy, milky beverages that they never could before.

Desiccated Coconut

Ordinary coconut doesn’t have a stable shelf-life alone. Desiccated coconut is a form that chefs prefer to use for cooking because it stores well. Coconut manufacturers craft this product by removing the moisture from the flesh and then grating it.

Besides utilizing it for cooking, you can sprinkle it on dishes such as berries and cream or oatmeal for extra flavor. Desiccated coconut has a mellow sweetness and also pairs well with trail mix.

As a delicious promoter of heart health and healthy metabolism, desiccated coconut is paleo and vegan-friendly. It’s an excellent product to use in cooking and baking. People with allergies can enjoy dishes that previously used dairy products by replacing them with coconut.

Flavored Coconut Water

This hydrating water harvested from immature coconut comes in a variety of flavors from plain to guava. Mixing other flavors with the plain water enhances is subtle coconut taste. Like other coconut products, it has many health benefits including fighting bacteria and viruses and reducing inflammation. It’s full of electrolytes and promotes a healthy heart and metabolism.

Flavored coconut water is a great beverage for traveling or going out for a walk. Many people prefer to drink it after exercise instead of plain or filtered water.

Sparkling Coconut Water

Sparkling coconut water is a new way to enjoy this hydrating beverage, and it adds a touch of sophistication to your diet. Just like other coconut water, it’s full of electrolytes and the same health benefits of other coconut products.

It’s a refreshing alternative to sports drinks and is naturally full of Vitamin C, manganese, potassium, calcium, fiber, and magnesium. Sparkling coconut water also contains antioxidants and may help control blood sugar levels. It can assist with the reduction of stone and crystal formation in your kidneys and is packed full of amino acids such as alanine, arginine, serine, and cysteine.

Toasted Coconut Bites

This decadent and nutritious treat is great as an after-dinner dessert or coffee accompaniment. It’s great for people with a sweet tooth that want an alternative to sugary sweets. Toasted coconut bites are low in calories, too. They make an excellent snack for those on the go.

With a mild, nutty taste, toasted coconut bites make a great snack at parties and are sure to impress. Their biggest health benefit is their reduced sugar and calories making them an excellent choice for those on a diet as well. These treats are also an alternative snack for people with wheat allergies.

Toasted Coconut Chips

Toasted coconut chips have a bit of crunch and chewiness that makes them a great topping for desserts and meals. They are naturally a little sweet and rich in nutrients. These chips are extremely versatile. Add them to savory dishes and use them in cake-baking. You can also add them to shakes and smoothies, and they are a popular additive in trail mix because they have no sugar added.

This treat is also high in protein and low in calories. Toasted coconut chips are a healthier snack option than sweets or chocolate and great for people eating gluten-free.

Virgin Coconut Oil

The primary difference between virgin coconut oil and coconut oil is the extraction process. Virgin coconut oil is from fresh coconuts and then spun in a centrifuge. It does not include any heat or bleaching step. This process yields a pure, wholesome oil that’s nutrient dense because it preserves the natural phytonutrients and antioxidants.

It has many health benefits including the removal of dead hair and skin cells as well as repairing tissue. It improves your vibrancy and gives your skin and hair a youthful look. It’s also a great anti-aging ingredient.

Virgin coconut oil is wonderful in dishes such as Coconut Crusted Jumbo Shrimp, cakes, and margaritas. It’s a versatile product that adds flavor to any meal. Nutiva Organic Virgin Coconut Oil is a fine example of an excellent brand of cooking oil.

As you can see, these coconut products provide a broad range of health benefits. They also add flavor, vitamins, and minerals to many recipes and foods. Try any of these foods for a flavorful boost to your health.

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