Here's some more about food. Sort of. Working on my latest essay, I'm reading back through my old journals. From September 7, 1996, I find this:
Cutting a just-ripe avacado in two (around the pit, of course) Victoria said, "That avacado's in its prime - not too green, and not yet guacamole." That's just how I feel at this stage of my life.Cute. Real cute. Now it's nearly twelve years later. We all know which side of ripeness I've been smushing toward. Sigh.