I was contemplating what it means to be an adult today, triggered by reading my “On This Day” in Facebook. Two years ago today we were in Kauai, and one of my posts read, “Hello, Kauai! I’d forgotten the joy of coconut syrup!”
Of course, I immediately remembered that forgotten joy, and wondered if it was something I could acquire in the states.
Kauai’s coconut syrup is a unique product, cloyingly sweet, and it is the one item that overcomes my dislike of sweet things for breakfast. I dislike maple syrup, and generally am not fond of pancakes. But give me a bottle of Kauai coconut syrup and I will DROWN those flapjacks in it.
So of course I was curious as to whether this product is something that one can get via the internet. And the answer is, only sorta. You can get Hawaii coconut syrup, which claims to be just like the syrup served in island restaurants. But it’s a different label, and I am suspicious.
Alternatively, you can get a dried version of the real thing, to which you just add boiling water to reconstitute. This makes sense to me. Shipping from Hawaii is prohibitively expensive, so why ship the water if you can avoid it. It’s not quite the same, but it’s the same company, so I bet it’s close.
And that’s when I began contemplating adulthood. There is nothing of nutritional value in this syrup; it’s almost certainly 99% sugar. And while it’s a wonderful treat when I get to Hawaii, is it something I want to have in my home for mundane use?
If I was a kid, I could whine and beg and probably storm away in a rage at the unfairness of life when I was refused this silly thing. But I’m an adult. I have a credit card. I could click the button and make Kauai coconut syrup appear in my house.
Which means when I look around for someone to tell me yes or no, that someone has to be me. I’m adult enough that I can choose what I want. I’m grown up enough to make those choices be smart.
I closed the amazon page.