As I am currently in China attempting to mangle Mandarin when I speak, I am very happy to introduce guest poster Joanne of Eats Well With Others! I don’t even remember how I discovered Joanne’s blog … maybe I followed my nose to the delectable dishes she is always cooking up? Or, followed the laughter of fellow Eats Well With Others readers as they read Joanne’s witty posts? Either way, I’m so glad I found her blog because this gal is da bomb (did I just date myself? Oh yes, I did. Boy bands, forever!). I’ve already waxed poetic about how awesome Joanne is in this post, but it’s worth repeating: this gal is smart. And she can cook. And she rocks.
You know how old I was when I discovered avocadoes?
That’s right. It took me 19 years to discover the brilliance of this vibrantly green fruit.
You heard me right. Fruit. I was shocked too.
When I think back on what I like to call “the dark ages” of my avocado-less existence, a few questions come to mind.
What was I doing for all that time? Why so many wasted years?
And. More importantly. How many avocadoes can I possibly eat now in the name of making up for lost time? Calories don’t count when you’re making up for lost time. It’s been proven.
I think my distaste for the almighty avocado stemmed from one very key fact.
It. Is. Green.
Not really a problem in and of itself until you consider the fact that I was one of those kids who started seizing at the sight of a crown of broccoli. (Nowadays. Forget it. Broccoli and I are bosom buddies. We have matching tattoos on our lower backs. Basically. We’re close.)
What is it about the color green that it spurs such an aversion among the pre-pubescent?
I’ve thought long and hard about this. Actually. And the only thing I could come up with is a certain song sung by a certain green talking frog about how “it’s not easy being green.” (Yes Kermit. I’m talking to you.) Not to make mountains out of molehills or anything. But I feel like maybe this song gets into your head as a kid. So much so that you end up associating green with hardship. Loneliness. Sadness.
It’s really the only explanation that I can come up with.
Other than that maybe all children are born with some kind of a genetic abnormality that predisposes them to dislike anything that is verdant in any way.
One that gets reversed one day in your late teens when you wake up and realized that you’ve just spent most of your college career eating double-stuffed Oreos. (Yikes!) And missing out on the finer things in life. Like this guacamole. Which I brought to my cousin’s roommate’s surprise party recently. And which was devoured in all of ten minutes.
Yeah. It was good.
One day of one year down. 364 plus eighteen years to go.
Tyler Florence’s Guacamole
2 small tomatoes, chopped
¾ of a lime, juiced
½ large red onion, chopped small
¼ tsp cumin
¼ tsp chili powder
¼ cup cilantro, plus extra to taste
Salt to taste
Mix everything together and mash until you have a chunky but somewhat cohesive consistency. Taste for seasoning and serve on burgers, with chips, on turkey sandwiches. Or dig in with a spoon. I won’t judge.
Joanne, if you only knew how much I love guacamole, you would understand why I now have to wipe the drool off my keyboard. If ever there was a perfect accompaniment to any dippable, be it chips, carrot sticks, pretzels – this guacamole is it. A perfect party-pleaser for just about any occasion. Don’t be surprised, Joanne, if I show up at your door one afternoon with a bag of pita chips in tow. Who cares about your medical school?? This Jessie needs to be fed 😀
Q: Do you like guacamole? What’s your favorite food to bring to parties?