Is there a better feeling than when you cut into an avocado, the one that you bought a few days ago and have left of the counter. The one that you had your doubts about when you bought it. The avocado that you really want a half of smashed up with some goat's cheese on an English muffin.
You toast the muffins. You don't want them too dark, nor to you want them too light. And yes, they're gluten free. Of course, it would be great to have some really fresh sourdough bread, but that's not how we roll at the moment.
And you crack open the avocado and it is perfect.
Not too hard.
Not too soft.
No brown stuff in the flesh.
Just a perfect avocado, like the ones you get at the Mejico restaurant in Sydney (and now Melbourne) where they make the guacamole at the table. Love that place.
Anyway, this morning, I cut into this avocado, and it was perfect.
The made me happy for the rest of the day.
Funny that.
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