We Californians love our avocados, we do. We might even take them for granted. All year we are served or make guacamole. Some of us even have our own avocado trees.
My dining room table was once my childhood coffee table. In the 50’s and 60’s, my childhood, I sat on the ground close to the top of what was then a low coffee table, scarfing down my mom’s guacamole. It was amazing. I was like a dog, watching over my master in danger, glaring at people and never leaving my master’s side, only it was GUACA-fuckin-mole! She made it at the drop of a hat. Seriously, the minute someone walked in the house, even if she wasn’t expecting company, she would march to the kitchen in a trance, not speaking, perfect hostess, stepford wife- style, to pull together some fresh guac. If I remember correctly, and I think I do remember most of her ingredients, she would use Tabasco sauce for the heat/spice, even a touch of mayonnaise and some lemon, and of course onion and tomato. Not sure if she used garlic but I know someone who does and she raves about her guac. We all rave about our own guacamole. It’ s like our own private pissing contest out here in southern California.
I am here to let you know who wins. It’s my new self-appointed job and anyone reading this is clearly lucky because you have just stumbled on gold. California Gold, guacamole that is. (more…)