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Avocados

Avocados, where have you been all my life? Or maybe the question is, where have I been? I've always been ambivalent about avocados but now I realize that's because I never really tried them.

The week (with me as master of the house) started with two avocados on the vegetable shelf and when kids came by selling some, I thought, “sure, why not? They're cute kids, and bought two more.

Now, I have had an avocado salad here, using the fruit as a cup, filled with tomatoes and onions, which is lovely, but I didn’t want to make that.

I’ve eaten avocado like butter on bread with a dash of salt and a slice of cheese or tomato, but I didn't want to do that either.

One of the avocados was starting to look pretty nasty and threatening to spoil, so, running out of options, I made guacamole.

I don’t think I’ve ever really tried guacamole before. It is the only explanation I can come up with for why I didn’t know the stuff is fabulous.

First of all, it was fun to make. I never knew avocado skin came off like a peel. It was all crusty and just pulled off nicely – I didn’t like to slice it off with a knife like I was expecting.

Then, I squeezed a lemon for some juice for the sauce, and chopped up a small tomato and small onion. Either these onions are really potent or it has been way too long since I’ve been in the kitchen for anything either than making bread, because I was crying over that bulb like I’d lost my best friend – something I haven’t done in a long time.

The final product of my exertions was great and left me asking Why have I never done this before!? This is fabulous.

Too bad I don’t have anything to eat it on.

Comments

Rebs said…
I'm so glad you've finally experienced the true joys of avocado! I could eat that stuff like candy - a little salt and it's perfect!

of course, north american avocados will never live up, so eat your fill while you're there!!

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