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

Our First Date

Dark, rough in texture
Beckoning me to peer inside
Quiet, reserved
Unwilling, maybe even shy--at first.

An exchange of friendly words.
A glance of curiosity passes between,
and I am captivated.

I slice.

It surges green in color,
Exotic in smell,
Supple and lush by the touch.

I remove that uncomfortable pit,
.............and,

I bite.

I am now in California or maybe Mexico.
I hear the drum beating of Aztecans,
Singing about your skin's father--
the alligator.*

I digest.


Nutritional satisfaction.

My appetite is cured, and
I hope that we can meet again

tomorrow night for dinner and a movie.




*The "alligator" reference is one to the avocado's nickname "alligator pear."
"Avocado." Encyclopædia britannica. 2010. Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 27 Apr. 2010. .
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