Would you marry an avocado if you could? I would possibly trade my children, no, but maybe the dog, no definitely not the dog, ok, my car, for the creamy taste of a perfectly ripened avocado. Too often though, I am faced with the first world problem of an artistic hill of rock hard options. I stand there, in the market, squeezing every green oval, like a pervert copping a feel. There are lots of times when I can’t find one that’s ripe, and my taste buds start whining, and carrying on like a two year old, until I distract them with the cheese department.
Anyway, looky here, I haven’t tried this yet, but what if it works? Kinda made my day. Say it with me: GUACAMOLE!
*the gratitude-a-thon 