First, I want you to know that there are far more than ten ways to love an avocado.
But I bet you knew that already.
I have two very distinct memories of when my love affair with avocados began.
The first was back in 1996. The Ex and I were on our first cruise together and we were exploring the streets of downtown Bermuda before we had to be back on the ship. On one of the side streets, we discovered a little restaurant and the most amazing sandwich ever.
Toasted white bread. Mayo. Bacon. Avocado.
There is just something magical about avocado when it’s warm. It’s like it becomes even more amazing than it is just normally.
And, well, I don’t have to extol the virtues of bacon.
Because it pretty much does that all by itself.
Such a simple sandwich, but it completely drew me in.
Just the fact that I can remember it from all the way back in 1996 should tell you heaps.
That was my first clear memory of avocado, oddly enough.
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