Dear Reader

As you may have guessed, I am an avocado lover, but I hardly know anything about avocados. Yet, I haven't always been a fan. Like Pablo Neruda, I would like to go on a journey to discover the beauty of this seemingly ordinary food. The love between avocados and I grew just as the love of my high school sweetheart blossomed, which has now succumbed to a happy, avocado-eating marriage. My husband, Erik, was the leading force behind my intimate relationship with the avocado. Whether it be guacamole dip, sliced, or pureed, I am ready to dive in and taste new avocado recipes as well as find out the history and cultures behind these distant travelers.

I hope that by the time you finish reading that you will want to pick up an avocado, slice its flesh, and chomp! So, come along with me on this journey from Raleigh, North Carolina, to who knows where!

To see where I've started, please click on the first entry under the May archive.

Your traveling companion,

Katrina


Saturday, May 8, 2010

Brokaw Nursery of Saticoy, California


Austere, grandfather-aged mountains

stand tall in the background, looking over

the young army of avocado trees.


The blindingly bright southern California sol*,

and dry, coffee-colored soil

cradle the incubating fruit.


Early afternoon sun beams overhead,

in an ocean blue sky, cloudless.

Rustling avocado leaves,

Chase the wind's every move.


The crow caws in the distance,

as the trees are sprayed with Nature's gift--

water, by man-made irrigation systems.


Who owns this farm?

What inspired the farmer to grow avocados?

Will this year's crop yield productive?

Will I eat one of their Hass avocados?


A calm overwhelms me.

I am inspired, refreshed, and

hungry.


The avocado leaves praise the sun.

The avocado leaves praise the sun.

The avocado leaves praise the sun.**


*Translation: sun.

**Brokaw, E. (2009). Brokaw nursery. Retrieved Apr. 10, 2010, from Brokaw Nursery, Inc., Saticoy, CA. Web site: http://brokawnursery.com/.


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