degan sarsi
I want to tell you about how did I find out how to find a coconut with its water tastes like sarsaparilla. Nice.
When we’re little our syndicate gang would as usual go about learning the trades of the village and nature. And some other unclassified ones. All these would include those skills concerning the streams (parit), the crop plants, wild animals, domesticated animals, dead animals, dying animals as in linsang cpr, fire, water, how to set a whole banana smallholding afire and a lot more. A lot.
Our village has coconut trees abundant that in geographical textbook it is stated that Bagan Datoh is a stronghold for coconut production. Stronghold. Ha ha. But seriously. A coconut tree is an extremely useful tree, barring that it can fall on a house during a rainstorm. One of its uses is that it can provide for fresh coconut water (air kelape muda).
We never really figured why is it always the water of young coconuts that people sell. Obviously they don’t sell the water of coconut buds because they don’t even have water yet, duh. But there’s always old coconuts water aplenty and why don’t people drink that one.
But we didn’t care really about that question so one day we all get together and planned for a gathering of fresh/young coconut water galore. We took a plucking pole (galah kait) made of strong and long bamboo that can reach the coconuts that are so high up on the trees. At the end of that pole there’s a metal shaped like sickle, kait, that will actually detach the coconuts from the tree.
As usual Airine would think he knows everything and grabs the pole and brings it to a nearest coconut tree of middle-height. By middle-height I mean as high as a two-storey building.
Airine then pull down a couple of young coconuts while we all stayed back because them coconuts aren’t really pleasant if they fall on your head. It is a tiring affair to pluck down coconut because you have to look up while balancing the pole and then try to coordinate the pole to get the right coconuts. So when we get those coconuts Airine would now teach us how to drink the water from the coconut because Airine knows everything.
And Airine actually does. Airine cut the butt of the coconuts with machete and then finally get a small hole from which you can drink the water. Nice. Since we all were so thirsty we throw ourselves with the coconut water when it didn’t really get into our mouth, instead into our nostrils and hair. Very nice.
When we’re done with all of the coconuts Airine would cut the each of them into two, stand back everyone, while Airine swings the machete like a Gaban. Hiarggh. Inside there’s juicy pulp (isi) that always nice to eat after drinking the water.
But we want more so does Airine and Airine would again take to the pole. Airine painfully get the pole up to the tree and because he’s pretty tired from the plucking before the pole was so unstable. So does Airine too that couldn’t really balance the pole and put it properly to separate the coconut. But Airine still pulls the pole earthwards even though it isn’t positioned properly and that doesn’t bring any coconut down. Instead it just scratches the coconuts up there because of the pulling action and we can already see that there’s a weird looking coconut up high, with its husk fibres all tearing out and we’re wondering if he’s goona actually cut its butt like he did before on the ground while it’s still on the tree and the water would sprinkle down and we’d have coconut water shower galore under the tree.
But that whiskery hanging fella is actually a ripe coconut, and we wondered if Airine still has Airine’s senses that has been always lacking. Then after much toil and sweat the old whiskery weird looking coconut falls down thump it makes a sound and we all made a run for it.
It is a ripe coconut, the kind of coconut that has its pulp no longer soft but hard that people always grate (kukur) and then make coconut milk (santan) from it but we don’t care. We’re so hungry we cut the butt and we drink the water. But it tastes weird, so unlike the ones from coconuts before. It tastes a bit like carbonated drink that you can buy at RM1 from Kedai Shukor. Specifically, it tastes like a F&N Sarsi, that brown sarsaparilla-flavoured tin drink. But it’s not exactly like that, even, because it also make your stomach feel funny. Wth.
Then Airine’s mum would come and wondering what is all the fuss. Then she’d quickly said that of course it tastes weird it’s an old coconut water that you’ve been drinking and nobody in this cruel world would do that. Except you guys.
From then on we know why it’s always young coconut water that people sell. They never sell degan sarsi (degan = Javanese for young coconut) for fear of going stupidly into bankruptcy.
When we’re little our syndicate gang would as usual go about learning the trades of the village and nature. And some other unclassified ones. All these would include those skills concerning the streams (parit), the crop plants, wild animals, domesticated animals, dead animals, dying animals as in linsang cpr, fire, water, how to set a whole banana smallholding afire and a lot more. A lot.
Our village has coconut trees abundant that in geographical textbook it is stated that Bagan Datoh is a stronghold for coconut production. Stronghold. Ha ha. But seriously. A coconut tree is an extremely useful tree, barring that it can fall on a house during a rainstorm. One of its uses is that it can provide for fresh coconut water (air kelape muda).
We never really figured why is it always the water of young coconuts that people sell. Obviously they don’t sell the water of coconut buds because they don’t even have water yet, duh. But there’s always old coconuts water aplenty and why don’t people drink that one.
But we didn’t care really about that question so one day we all get together and planned for a gathering of fresh/young coconut water galore. We took a plucking pole (galah kait) made of strong and long bamboo that can reach the coconuts that are so high up on the trees. At the end of that pole there’s a metal shaped like sickle, kait, that will actually detach the coconuts from the tree.
As usual Airine would think he knows everything and grabs the pole and brings it to a nearest coconut tree of middle-height. By middle-height I mean as high as a two-storey building.
Airine then pull down a couple of young coconuts while we all stayed back because them coconuts aren’t really pleasant if they fall on your head. It is a tiring affair to pluck down coconut because you have to look up while balancing the pole and then try to coordinate the pole to get the right coconuts. So when we get those coconuts Airine would now teach us how to drink the water from the coconut because Airine knows everything.
And Airine actually does. Airine cut the butt of the coconuts with machete and then finally get a small hole from which you can drink the water. Nice. Since we all were so thirsty we throw ourselves with the coconut water when it didn’t really get into our mouth, instead into our nostrils and hair. Very nice.
When we’re done with all of the coconuts Airine would cut the each of them into two, stand back everyone, while Airine swings the machete like a Gaban. Hiarggh. Inside there’s juicy pulp (isi) that always nice to eat after drinking the water.
But we want more so does Airine and Airine would again take to the pole. Airine painfully get the pole up to the tree and because he’s pretty tired from the plucking before the pole was so unstable. So does Airine too that couldn’t really balance the pole and put it properly to separate the coconut. But Airine still pulls the pole earthwards even though it isn’t positioned properly and that doesn’t bring any coconut down. Instead it just scratches the coconuts up there because of the pulling action and we can already see that there’s a weird looking coconut up high, with its husk fibres all tearing out and we’re wondering if he’s goona actually cut its butt like he did before on the ground while it’s still on the tree and the water would sprinkle down and we’d have coconut water shower galore under the tree.
But that whiskery hanging fella is actually a ripe coconut, and we wondered if Airine still has Airine’s senses that has been always lacking. Then after much toil and sweat the old whiskery weird looking coconut falls down thump it makes a sound and we all made a run for it.
It is a ripe coconut, the kind of coconut that has its pulp no longer soft but hard that people always grate (kukur) and then make coconut milk (santan) from it but we don’t care. We’re so hungry we cut the butt and we drink the water. But it tastes weird, so unlike the ones from coconuts before. It tastes a bit like carbonated drink that you can buy at RM1 from Kedai Shukor. Specifically, it tastes like a F&N Sarsi, that brown sarsaparilla-flavoured tin drink. But it’s not exactly like that, even, because it also make your stomach feel funny. Wth.
Then Airine’s mum would come and wondering what is all the fuss. Then she’d quickly said that of course it tastes weird it’s an old coconut water that you’ve been drinking and nobody in this cruel world would do that. Except you guys.
From then on we know why it’s always young coconut water that people sell. They never sell degan sarsi (degan = Javanese for young coconut) for fear of going stupidly into bankruptcy.
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