Something I read last night before bedtime had me tossing and turning late into the night.
You should probably go read the original since it contains lots of interesting ideas besides the one I’m going to write about, but the description of a woman yarking onto her supermarket’s avocado display really did it for me.
The thing is, I love Mexican food, and that certainly includes a well-made guacamole salad. I’ve been told that I make a damned fine one myself, and maybe it was the thought of all that waste that had me upset.
I went shopping just the other day, in fact, and thought to buy some avocados, but was put off by the price. I don’t know what the going rate is for avocados in your neighborhood, but around here they’re currently priced at four for $5, which is more than I want to pay, especially when they’re all as hard as a rock. I know they were hard as a rock because I groped ’em all before giving up in frustration.
But last night as I stared at the ceiling, I started to wonder if I’d have bought those avocados if they’d been cheaper, like maybe if they’d been covered in vomit. Of course the immediate reaction is one of revulsion, but let’s not be hasty! Avocados have a thick skin, right, so it’s not like a spattering of puke is going to penetrate. We have things like hand sanitizer, and the barf could be washed off even before the skins are completely removed, right?
So now I’m thinking that if the grocery manager had offered a deep discount, I might have taken a chance. I could be eating a cold, chunky pukeamole salad right now. I’m positively salivating at the thought, how about you?